ATLANTA SONG
(David A. Coe)


David Allan Coe - 1973





I met her in Atlanta, she was a dancin' in a café
With a price tag on her body and a tombstone in her eye
You could tell she was not happy by the way she kept on starin'
Past the other side of nowhere at a man she'd like to try

And the makeup she had painted could not hide the youthful motions
Of her body fom the music or the crowd
I stared like all the others with my right hand in my pocket
While she showed us ev'rything the law allowed

(Instrumental Break)

Twenty bucks an hour later, my one bedroom apartment
I was feelin' weak from all the seeds I'd sown
She was sweet, she was gentle as she introduced my body
To some pleasures it had never ever known

When I woke up in the mornin' she was a layin' there beside me
Like a kitten with her face turned to the Sun
And a look of satisfaction on her lips that made me wonder
If she ever felt ashamed of what we'd done

So I left her in Atlanta, she was a-dancin' in a café
With a price tag on her body and a tombstone in her eye
And I guess she still ain't happy..............FADE






(Transcribed by Mel Priddle - February 2013)