Streets of Atlanta Songtext
von The Mother Truckers

It′s hot out here baby
The cops goin' crazy
My feelin′s are so strong, I sing you a slow song
Yeah
Talk to me sweet, girl
Walk with the street girl
There's protest & rallies & there's drugs in the allies
Down Ponce de Leon

Well it′s hotter than hell but don′t you sell your soul
Oh baby, you're solid gold
And you′re the finest thing to ever walk the streets of Atlanta


I'll do somethin′ for ya
We'll get outta Georgia
Your boss man′s in prison
So make a decision
Before it's too late

Well it's hotter than hell but don′t you sell your soul
Oh baby, you′re solid gold
And you're the finest thing to ever walk the streets of Atlanta

Ooh, my tricks are turning
Ooh, my money′s burnin'
It lights up their eyes
Hounds begin to howlin′
Down in Greeley County
Lord it ain't no surprise
Lord, it ain′t no surprise, yeah

Well it's hotter than hell but don't you sell your soul
Oh baby, you′re solid gold
And you′re the finest thing to ever walk the streets of Atlanta
So just come into my arms and get off of the streets of Atlanta