Atlanta Song Lyrics - Singles - 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 makeup she had painted could not hide the youthful motions 

Of her body fom the music or the crowd 

I started like all the others with my right hand in the pocket 

While she showed us everything the law allowed 

(Play it Pete Drake) 

[ steel - fiddle ] 

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 make me wonder 

If she ever felt ashamed of what we'd done 

So I left her in Atlanta...