Atlanta Song

By: David Allan Coe I MET HER IN ATLANTA SHE WAS A-DANCING IN A CAFE 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 STARING PAST THE OTHER SIDE OF NOWHERE AT A MAN SHE'D LIKE TO TRY AND THE MAKE-UP SHE HAD PAINTED COULD NOT HIDE THE YOUTHFUL MOTIONS OF HER BODY FROM THE MUSIC OR THE CROWD I STARED LIKE ALL OTHERS WITH MY RIGHT HAND IN MY POCKET WHILE SHE SHOWED US EVERYTHING THE LAW ALLOWED TWENTY BUCKS AN HOUR LATER MY ONE-BEDROOM APARTMENT I WAS FEELING 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 MORNING SHE WAS A-LAYING 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-DANCING IN CAFE WITH A PRICE TAG ON HER BODY AND A TOMESTONE IN HER EYE AND I GUESS SHE STILL AIN'T HAPPY BY THE WAY SHE KEEPS ON STARING PAST THE OTHER SIDE OF NOWHERE