Atlanta Song

	  		 
 

  D 
I met her in Atlanta 
          G 
She was a-dancing in a cafe 
       D 
With a price tag on her body 
                       A 
And a tombstone in her eye 
    D 
You could tell she was not happy 
       G 
By the way she kept on staring 
         D 
Past the other side of nowhere 
     A                 D 
At a man she'd like to try. 

        G 
And the make-up she had painted 
Could not hide the youthful motions 
       D 
Of her body 
From the music or the crowd 
I stared like all others 
        G 
With my right hand in my pocket 
          A 
While she showed us 
                   D 
Everything the law allowed. 

Instrumental: D G A D X2 

       D 
Twenty bucks an hour later 
   G 
My one-bedroom apartment 
      A 
I was feelin? weak 
                       D 
From all the seeds I'd sown 
She was sweet, she was gentle 
       G 
As she introduced my body 
        D 
To some pleasures 
It had never ever known. 

       G 
When I woke up in the morning 
She was a-laying there beside me  
       D 
Like a kitten 
         A                  D 
With her face turned to the sun 
And a look of satisfaction 
       G 
On her lips that made me wonder 
       A 
If she ever felt ashamed 
             D 
Of what we'd done. 

     D 
So I left her in Atlanta 
          G 
She was a-dancing in cafe 
       D 
With a price tag on her body 
             A 
And a tomestone in her eye 
      D 
And I guess she still ain't happy 
       G 
By the way she keeps on staring 
         D 
Past the other side of nowhere. 

?'s buffdixie at yahoo.com