Atlanta Song

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...