Testo di Atlanta Song

I met her in Atlanta she was a dancing in a cafe With a price tag on her body and a tombstone in her eye You could tell she was not happy by the way she kept on staring Past the other side of nowhere at a man she'd like to try And the makeup she had painted could not hide the youthful motions Of her body fom the music or the crowd I started like all the others with my right hand in the pocket While she showed us everything the law allowed (Play it Pete Drake) [ steel - fiddle ] Twenty bucks an hour later my one bedroom apartment I was feeling weak from all the seeds I'd sown She was sweet she was gentle as she introduced my body To some pleasures it had never ever known When I woke up in the morning she was a laying there beside me Like a kitten with her face turned to the sun And a look of satisfaction on her lips that make me wonder If she ever felt ashamed of what we'd done So I left her in Atlanta...