Early morning, pack my bags
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Atlanta airport driver please
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Lockheed Tristar, runway four
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Don't you know I hate to leave.
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Lazy Acres, five slow days
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That Georgia farm gave me release
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Tequila Sunrise lay me down
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As the warm winds comb the trees.
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But you know I'll return
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For Atlanta I burn
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Atlanta you're my home
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All my life, all my days.
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I like Atlanta, stayed there awhile
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Kind of place that I could call home
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I like Atlanta stayed there awhile
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Kind of place that I could call home.
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Down at Richards, Cactus fly
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We jammed together all night long
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Southern people have a real good time
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Grab your stuff and come along.
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But you know I'll return
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For Atlanta I burn
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Atlanta you're my home
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All my life, all my days.
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I like Atlanta, stayed there awhile
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Kind of place that I could call home
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I like Atlanta, stayed there awhile
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Kind of place that I could call home.
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L. A. N. T. A. Atlanta
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Living in Atlanta.
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ATLANTA
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