Randy Travis & The Blind Boys of Alabama



Well, well, well, well

I looked over yonder and what I see

Seems like a chariot coming after me

Swing low, sweet chariot, coming to carry me home.



Why don't you swing down chariot, stop and let me ride

Swing down chariot, stop and let me ride

Rock me, Lord, rock me, Lord, calm and easy

I've got a home on the other side.



Swing, swing, swing

Well, Ezekiel was out in the middle of the field

He said he saw an angel with a chariot wheel

He wasn't too particular about the chariot wheel

He just wanted to see how a chariot feels.



Why don't you swing down chariot, stop and let me ride

Swing down chariot, stop and let me ride

Rock me, Lord, rock me, Lord, calm and easy

I've got a home on the other side.



Swing, swing, swing, swing, swing, swing

Well, Ezekiel went down and he got on board

The chariot went bumping on down the road

Zeke wasn't particular about the bumpin' of the road

He just wanted to lay down his heavy load.



Why don't you swing down chariot, stop and let me ride

Swing down chariot, stop and let me ride

Rock me, Lord, rock me, Lord, calm and easy

I've got a home on the other side.



Well, I got a Father in the promised land

And I ain't stopping till I shake His hand

Rock me, Lord, rock me, Lord, calm and easy

I got a home on the other side.



Swing down, sweet chariot, stop and let me ride

Swing down chariot, stop and let me ride

Rock me, Lord, rock me, Lord, calm and easy

I've got a home on the other side...