I’m Atlanta Bound Songtext
von Gene Autry

Went home this mornin′, the clock was strikin' four
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 hind (Yodelahee) 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 gal 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)