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Atlanta Song - 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

When 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