How is little Thomas Magee? Thomas Magee, he swallowed a key Jedediah, little Thomas Magee Holly, holly, just let him be His wise now, little Thomas Magee Called his kid on the telephone Heart was beating in my chest I needed something I could not digest And the phone kept ringing, there's no one home Ran to his house, rapped on my window, ooh Blood was pumping much too fast I stuck my fingers through the glass Strange music playing on the radio Swing low, swing low, swing low, swing low Way down low and carry me home Pray like Peter, preach like Paul, Jesus died to save us all I climbed through the window and crawled on the floor I wrecked off all the furniture But I still couldn't found what I was lookin' for Problems still reclaimed as a whole Cannot be solved, they must be outgrown The bottomless knowledge could not be known The empty ring on the telephone And the strange music playing on the radio Swing low, swing low, swing low, swing low Yeah, way down low and carry me home Where you go? Where do you go? Swing low, baby, save my soul Where do you go? Where do you go? Yeah, swing low, baby, save my soul Swing low, swing low, swing low Swing low, swing low, swing low Swing low, swing © MUTE SONG; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com