Went home this morning, the clock was striking four
Went home this morning, the clock was striking four
And I seen another daddy going out my back door
I′m Atlanta bound, Atlanta bound
I hunt that rounder that stole that gal of mine
I'm Atlanta bound, Atlanta bound
I bring him back in a box of pine
I thought I had a good gal, I treated her like a queen
I thought I had a good gal, I treated her like a queen
But now she found another daddy and turned her damper down on me
I shot that rounder that stole away my girl
I shot that rounder that stole away my girl
The next time she sees that man, it′ll be in the other world
I'm Atlanta bound, Atlanta bound
They'll tie me to a ball and chain
I′m Atlanta bound, Atlanta bound
I′ll never see my gal again
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