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I MET HER IN ATLANTA
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SHE WAS A-DANCING IN A CAFE
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WITH A PRICE TAG ON HER BODY
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AND A TOMBSTONE IN HER EYE
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YOU COULD TELL SHE WAS NOT HAPPY
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BY THE WAY SHE KEPT ON STARING
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PAST THE OTHER SIDE OF NOWHERE
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AT A MAN SHE'D LIKE TO TRY
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AND THE MAKE-UP SHE HAD PAINTED
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COULD NOT HIDE THE YOUTHFUL MOTIONS
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OF HER BODY
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FROM THE MUSIC OR THE CROWD
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I STARED LIKE ALL OTHERS
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WITH MY RIGHT HAND IN MY POCKET
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WHILE SHE SHOWED US
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EVERYTHING THE LAW ALLOWED
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TWENTY BUCKS AN HOUR LATER
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MY ONE-BEDROOM APARTMENT
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I WAS FEELING WEAK
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FROM ALL THE SEEDS I'D SOWN
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SHE WAS SWEET, SHE WAS GENTLE
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AS SHE INTRODUCED MY BODY
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TO SOME PLEASURES
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IT HAD NEVER EVER KNOWN
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WHEN I WOKE UP IN THE MORNING
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SHE WAS A-LAYING THERE BESIDE ME
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LIKE A KITTEN
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WITH HER FACE TURNED TO THE SUN
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AND A LOOK OF SATISFACTION
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ON HER LIPS THAT MADE ME WONDER
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IF SHE EVER FELT ASHAMED
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OF WHAT WE'D DONE
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SO I LEFT HER IN ATLANTA
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SHE WAS A-DANCING IN CAFE
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WITH A PRICE TAG ON HER BODY
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AND A TOMESTONE IN HER EYE
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AND I GUESS SHE STILL AIN'T HAPPY
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BY THE WAY SHE KEEPS ON STARING
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PAST THE OTHER SIDE OF NOWHERE
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Atlanta Song
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| David Allan Coe |
