I'm Atlanta Bound Gene Autry Went home this mornin', the clock was strikin' four (2) And I seen another daddy goin' out my back door I'm Atlanta bound, Atlanta bound I hunt the rounder that stole that gal of mine I'm Atlanta bound, Atlanta bound I'll bring him back in a box of pine Yodelahee I thought I had a good gal, I treated her like a queen (2) But now she found another daddy and turned her damper down on me I'm Atlanta bound, Atlanta bound I hunt the rounder that stole that gal of mine I'm Atlanta bound, Atlanta bound I'll bring him back in a box of pine I shot that rounder that stole away my gal (2) The next time she sees that man, it'll be in the other world I'm Atlanta bound, Atlanta bound They tied me to a ball and chain I'm Atlanta bound, Atlanta bound I'll never see my gal again Yodelahee   alles-uke.de