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...