David Allan Coe - Atlanta Song
Capo 1
I [D]met her in Atlanta
She was a-[G]dancing in a cafe
With a [D]price tag on her body
And a tombstone in her [A]eye
You [D]could tell she was not happy
By the [G]way she kept on staring
Past the [D]other side of nowhere
At a [A]man she'd like to [D]try.
And the [G]make-up she had painted
Could not hide the youthful motions
Of her [D]body
I stared like all others
With my [G]right hand in my pocket
While she [A]showed us
Everything the law [D]allowed.
D G A D X2
Twenty [D]bucks an hour later
My [G]one-bedroom apartment
I was [A]feelin weak
She was sweet, she was [D]gentle
As she [G]introduced my body
To some [D]pleasures
It had never ever known.
When I [G]woke up in the morning
She was a-laying there beside me
Like a [D]kitten
With her [A]face turned to the [D]sun
And a look of satisfaction
On her [G]lips that made me wonder
If she [A]ever felt ashamed
Of what we'd [D]done.
So I [D]left her in Atlanta
She was a-[G]dancing in cafe
With a [D]price tag on her body
And a tomesto[A]ne in her eye
And I [D]guess she still ain't happy
By the [G]way she keeps on staring
Past the [D]other side of nowhere.
Capo 1
I [D]met her in Atlanta
She was a-[G]dancing in a cafe
With a [D]price tag on her body
And a tombstone in her [A]eye
You [D]could tell she was not happy
By the [G]way she kept on staring
Past the [D]other side of nowhere
At a [A]man she'd like to [D]try.
And the [G]make-up she had painted
Could not hide the youthful motions
Of her [D]body
I stared like all others
With my [G]right hand in my pocket
While she [A]showed us
Everything the law [D]allowed.
D G A D X2
Twenty [D]bucks an hour later
My [G]one-bedroom apartment
I was [A]feelin weak
She was sweet, she was [D]gentle
As she [G]introduced my body
To some [D]pleasures
It had never ever known.
When I [G]woke up in the morning
She was a-laying there beside me
Like a [D]kitten
With her [A]face turned to the [D]sun
And a look of satisfaction
On her [G]lips that made me wonder
If she [A]ever felt ashamed
Of what we'd [D]done.
So I [D]left her in Atlanta
She was a-[G]dancing in cafe
With a [D]price tag on her body
And a tomesto[A]ne in her eye
And I [D]guess she still ain't happy
By the [G]way she keeps on staring
Past the [D]other side of nowhere.
