Atlanta

It's getting late and she's in bed.

And all she ever said was get to Atlanta.

The summer's coming and I'm heading home.

So I hung up the phone and looked outside

Turned my head and cleared my mind.

To Atlanta

The summers coming and I'm heading home

And the hardest part, yeah the hardest part

Is the way, It's the way

Nobody hears you when you're poor

So I'll shut my mouth some more

Til Atlanta

The summer's coming and I'm heading home

And the hardest part, yeah the hardest part

Is the way, It's the way

For Atlanta

For Atlanta

For Atlanta

For Atlanta

The Summer's coming and I'm heading home!