paroles de chanson Atlanta Song - David Allan Coe
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
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