Feats Don't Fail Me Now
Album - 1974 - Debaser id 89253

Oh Atlanta
-- B. Payne

They got a place down Kentucky
Right down near Ohio
Where you can watch the planes at night
People line up just to watch them fly
I wish I was on one
I'm sittin' here thinkin' 'bout my girl back home
If I could only see her tonight

Oh Atlanta, Oh Atlanta!
I said yeah! yeah! yeah! Atlanta, got to get back to you

Well you can drop me off on Peach Street
I got to feel that Georgia sun
And the women there in Atlanta
They make us both feel glad it's only hit and run
I said watchin' them planes
I wish I was on one
I'm sittin' here thinking 'bout a girl back home

Oh Atlanta, Oh Atlanta!
I said yeah! yeah! yeah! Atlanta, got to get back to you

You take a day o' nights it's just you and me
Where the diesel plays all night
They got the boogie man goin' 'round for hell
And when they get to movin' they never stop
You just keep on playin' that down home beat
You just keep on layin' down high

I wish I was on one
Sittin' here thinkin' bout a girl back home
If I could only, oh if I could...

Oh Atlanta, Oh Atlanta!
I said yeah! yeah! yeah! Atlanta, got to get back to you

Well I'm waitin' for something to take place
Something to take me away from this race
'Round city to city, town to town
Runnin' around in the shoes of a clown
And that desperate, no count, desperado
A thief of love, my business is the street
I be shakin' 'em down
In old Colorado
Texas she's nice, but Georgia's oh so sweet
Steal away with me darlin' your lovin' just can't be beat
So it seems that the world keeps on turnin' but so what
I don't doubt it, it just keeps on the move
You're a dream, and that's all that I ask for
So well now, I'm wonderin' just how I'm gonna tell it to you
Skin it back (skin it back)

Somethin' real, somethin' to feel
I can't find a soul who'll take on this mess
It's those rock and roll hours, early graves without flowers
Please, please darlin' put my mind at rest
I'm beggin' please darlin' put my mind at rest
So it seems that the world keeps on turnin' but so what
I don't doubt it, it just keeps on the move
You're a dream, and that's all that I ask for
So well now, I'm wonderin' just how I'm gonna tell it to you
Skin it back tell it to you
Skin it back tell it to you
Skin it back tell it to you
Skin it back tell it to you

Well the night that was high, we got into town
Was the night that the rain, it froze on the ground
Down the street I heard such a sorrowful tune
Comin' from the place they call the Spanish Moon

Well I stepped inside, and stood by the door
While a dark-eyed girl sang, and played the guitar
Hookers, and hustlers, filled up the room
I heard about this place they call the Spanish Moon

One false step, you get done in
It's a cold situation
If that -- that don't -- kill you soon
The women will down at the Spanish Moon

I pawned my watch, and I sold my ring
Just to hear that girl singing, (hear that girl sing)
Don't take long, to wake up ruined
The women will down at the Spanish Moon

Bill Payne, Lowell George


Heard you got an infection
Just before your lewd rejection
Wait'll the shit hits the fan
You couldn't turn him down

Hold your address book above your knees
And kissed your soft legs there
He was on top of the pop stars
You couldn't turn him down

You were a sweet girl
When you were a cheerleader
But I think you're much better now

Bought a few reds from your neighbourhood dealer
And you passed out in the back of a car
You were too messed up to climb out
What if your old man had found out?