D
I met her in Atlanta
          G
She was a-dancing in a cafe
       D
With a price tag on her body
                       A
And a tombstone in her eye
    D
You could tell she was not happy
       G
By the way she kept on staring
         D
Past the other side of nowhere
     A                 D
At a man she'd like to try.

        G
And the make-up she had painted
Could not hide the youthful motions
       D
Of her body
From the music or the crowd
I stared like all others
        G
With my right hand in my pocket
          A
While she showed us
                   D
Everything the law allowed.

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       D
Twenty bucks an hour later
   G
My one-bedroom apartment
      A
I was feelin? weak
                       D
From all the seeds I'd sown
She was sweet, she was gentle
       G
As she introduced my body
        D
To some pleasures
It had never ever known.

       G
When I woke up in the morning
She was a-laying there beside me 
       D
Like a kitten
         A                  D
With her face turned to the sun
And a look of satisfaction
       G
On her lips that made me wonder
       A
If she ever felt ashamed
             D
Of what we'd done.

     D
So I left her in Atlanta
          G
She was a-dancing in cafe
       D
With a price tag on her body
             A
And a tomestone in her eye
      D
And I guess she still ain't happy
       G
By the way she keeps on staring
         D
Past the other side of nowhere.