Atlanta Song Lyrics

David Allan Coe - 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 make-up she had painted
Could not hide the youthful motions
Of her body
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 feelin weak
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.