David Allan Coe - Atlanta song

I ^Dmet her in Atlanta She was a-^Gdancing in a cafe With a ^Dprice tag on her body And a tombstone in her ^Aeye You ^Dcould tell she was not happy By the ^Gway she kept on staring Past the ^Dother side of nowhere At a ^Aman she'd like to ^Dtry.

And the ^Gmake-up she had painted Could not hide the youthful motions Of her ^Dbody From the music or the crowd I stared like all others With my ^Gright hand in my pocket While she ^Ashowed us Everything the law ^Dallowed.

Twenty ^Dbucks an hour later My ^Gone-bedroom apartment I was ^Afeelin? weak From all the seeds I'd ^Dsown She was sweet, she was gentle As she ^Gintroduced my body To some ^Dpleasures It had never ever known.

When I ^Gwoke up in the morning She was a-laying there beside me Like a ^Dkitten With her ^Aface turned to the ^Dsun And a look of satisfaction On her ^Glips that made me wonder If she ^Aever felt ashamed Of what we'd ^Ddone.

So I ^Dleft her in Atlanta She was a-^Gdancing in cafe With a ^Dprice tag on her body And a tomesto^Ane in her eye And I ^Dguess she still ain't happy By the ^Gway she keeps on staring Past the ^Dother side of nowhere.