Lyrics:

When it's all over but the shouting
When God the Father's done his final accounting
And I find out that I made the cut
Boys, I'm gonna get me a chariot
Yeah
A big gold eagle on the hood
Trans Am chariot
Gonna find my great-great granddaddy
That peace pipe smoking 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

Good Lord Wichita
Sure hope Samson ain't no law dog
Redneck you better outrun 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

Now here's a little story happened long ago
One day Ezekiel went out for a stroll
Walking by the river low and behold
Down came four angels in a Cadillac Gold
He said, 'Swing down, sweet chariot
Come on and give me a ride.'
So they scooped 'em up
The 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 how old I was when I gave Jesus my life
I stepped right up
And got washed in the blood

Just a little kid singing 'bout a chariot
A big gold eagle painted on the hood
Chariot

When it's all over
But the shouting