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Lord nobody knows Atlanta like I do, |
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Lord nobody knows Atlanta like I do. |
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But the reason I know it, |
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I traveled it through and through. |
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Have you got a good woman, |
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heres a lesson I give to you. |
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Lord you got a woman, |
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Lesson i give to you. |
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Dont take her to Atlanta, |
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the mens 'll take her away from you. |
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Lord im taking my woman, |
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tied me to the board. |
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Lord im taking my woman, |
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tied me to the board. |
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Thats the reason why you hear me cry and moan. |
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Ive taken one woman, |
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Believe me I am through. |
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Lord ive taken one woman, |
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Believe me I am through. |
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Just for what you do Im coming home for you. |
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Oh dont you hear that steep old whistle blow, |
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Oh dont you hear that steep old whistle blow. |
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And it blows just like it never blowed before. |
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Thats alright baby, |
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how you run around. |
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Lord thats alright baby, |
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how you run around. |
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But you outta say sorry, |
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when bob gets back to town. |
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If you take my woman, |
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I wont get mad with you. |
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oh if you take my woman, |
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I wont get mad with you. |
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If you take her from me sombody should take her from you. |
