Chariot — текст песни (Gretchen Wilson)

Gonna find my great great granddaddy

That peace pipe smokin` cherokee

Gonna get him all schooled

In them mags and struts

Then we gonna drag us a chariot

Yeah a big gold eagle painted on the hood chariot

(chorus)

Good Lord wichita

Sure hope Samson ain`t no law dog

Redneck you better out run him

Damn sure don`t wanna get caught

Crime what crime

We was all hopped up on new wine

And mama`s gonna kill me if I get

Kicked out of the choir

But you just gotta run them chariots

(rap)

Now here`s a little story happened long ago

One day Ezekiel went out for a stroll

Walkin` by the river low and behold

Down came 4 angels in a cadillac gold

He said swing down sweet chariot come on

And give me a ride

So they scooped em up, they rig was souped up,

Man it had TVs inside

Ol` Zeke was surprised cause his eyes had seen beyond

His wildest dreams, He`d go on to see a thousand things



We`ll paint that number eight on the driver`s side

That`s hold old I was when I have Jesus my life

I stepped right up and got washed in the blood

Just a little kid singin` `bout a chariot

A big gold eagle painted on the hood chariot

(repeat chorus twice)

When it`s all over but the shoutin`...