Atlanta

Twelve peach trees in a row
Doesn't matter which way I go
Don't tell them you know me at all
Just some eccentric uncle's picture on the wall

Don't tell them that you know my name
Nothing about my claim to fame
I disappeared in Atlanta long time ago
I've not been here out the backdoor I go

In the old days Athens was a bootlegger's paradise
Fast cars and dirt roads to the state line where it was dry
That's why the sheriff never forgot my face
I can't sit still for long in this place

Don't tell them you know my name
Nothing about my claim to fame
I disappeared in Atlanta long time ago
I've not been here out the backdoor I go

I visit mom calls me somebody else
Dad still won't talk looks at his pistol on the shelf
You're the niece my first time to see
I'm going away before the blue lights catch up to me

Don't tell them you know my name
Nothing about my main claim to fame
I disappeared in Atlanta long time ago
I've not been here out the back door I go

I pick a highway from downtown
Ease away without a sound
If bounty hunters do come forth
I elude them in the mountains to the north
I'll lose 'em in the mountains to the north

Don't tell them you know my name
Nothing about my main claim to fame
I disappeared in Atlanta long ago
I've not been here out the backdoor I go
I've not been here out the backdoor I go
Like A lost ghost in the breeze down the road I go