Oh Atlanta, you're the only home I ever knew Oh Atlanta, I can't wait to get back home to you You got money in your pocket, you got roses in the lane
When I woke up it was raining Well, I got soaked When I woke up this morning I was cold and wet and broken I ain't got no destination I'm just gonna
Mister DJ won't you please play me a song? Play it for an old boy who's a long, long way from home With a thousand miles ahead and a thousand miles behind
It's my life, God was the one to give it And I ain't gonna let nobody tell me how to live it It's my song, right or wrong You tag along or you can stay
This ain't nothing but a little bitty town Roll up the sidewalks everything's shut down Down on the corner they're still hanging around 'Cause it's Saturday
People get all upset and they shiver And they sweat for money It don't seem to make no difference Which a way the wind might blow They scrimp and they
Every time I hear a fiddle and it's cookin' just a little Well it makes me want to jump up and run And if he's sawing with some soul boogie woogie rock
There's a harvest moon and the stars are bright (Dance, gypsy, dance) There's a little bit of frost on the grass tonight (Dance, gypsy, dance) Over in
When I was very young My daddy took me on his knees ?Son, there some things I wanna learn you Before you get away from me? ?Don't let nobody boss you
Well, her name was Maria She came from [unverified] She had a passion for diamonds and gold She done broke every heart In Flueto bi Arta By the time she
Well the train to Grinder's Switch is runnin' right on time And them Tucker Boys are cookin' down in Caroline People down in Florida can't be still When
The devil went down to Georgia He was looking for a soul to steal He was in a bind 'cause he was way behind And he was willin' to make a deal When he
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I'm not a poet I'm just a man I'm not an angel I'm just doing the best I can I've got a heart It feels pain Just like anyone else I don't like standing
Well you pass around the pipe and you all get high You never even stop and wonder why Maybe it's because you wanna die Maybe it's just the way things
Here you come again and here i go Down that same old street i already know that same sweet voice those same old lies Ive drawn in to the world behind
Well, I was born in Carolina, way back in the swamp I was a happy country boy 'til television came along It showed them far away places and it sho' was
I remember you back in nineteen-fifty-six You had all the moves and you knew all the tricks You left all the ladies in a hell of a fix When your voice