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Early morning, pack my bags |
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Atlanta airport driver please |
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Lockheed tristar, runway four |
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Don't you know I hate to leave. |
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Lazy acres, five slow days |
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That georgia farm gave me release |
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Tequila sunrise lay me down |
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As the warm winds comb the trees. |
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But you know I'll return |
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For atlanta I burn |
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Atlanta you're my home |
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All my life, all my days. |
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I like atlanta, stayed there awhile |
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Kind of place that I could call home |
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I like atlanta stayed there awhile |
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Kind of place that I could call home. |
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Down at richards, cactus fly |
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We jammed together all night long |
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Southern people have a real good time |
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Grab your stuff and come along. |
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But you know I'll return |
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For atlanta I burn |
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Atlanta you're my home |
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All my life, all my days. |
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I like atlanta, stayed there awhile |
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Kind of place that I could call home |
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I like atlanta, stayed there awhile |
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Kind of place that I could call home. |
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L. a. n. t. a. atlanta |
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Living in atlanta. |
