Atlanta (Please Don't Let Me Down)

Atlanta (Please Don’t Let Me Down)

I’ve been pickin’ on the corners
With the cold rain pouring down
Just a singer with a lonesome country song About a man who’s leaving town
I paid with nickels for my ticket Bought a beer with my last a dime
Started snowing when I heard that whistle blow Guess I got out just in time

Nashville wore me out in two short years
And there ain’t no dough in Knoxville so I rambled over here Cause Memphis never was my kind of town
Atlanta, please don’t let me down

Now Tennessee don’t like no strangers Cops don’t like to hear no blues
I think it’s better in them good old Georgia pines Gonna find out if it’s true
Grab a spot right there on Peach Tree Where the street cars used to run
Sing a song and watch those quarters piling up Shining in the Southern sun

Nashville wore me out in two short years
And there ain’t no dough in Knoxville so I rambled over here Memphis never was my kind of town
Atlanta, please don’t let me down
Come on Atlanta, please don’t let me down