Atlanta song de David Allan Coe

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)

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