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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
Written by David Allan Coe
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