All the Way from Atlanta

I came here
All the way from
Atlanta
With nothin'
But losin'
To my name

I saw Shreveport
Through a window
Against a curtain made of pines
I was crying
When I made Dallas
So much you'd have thought it was rain

I pulled in
To the town of
Amarillo
To buy my
Self a little
Bit of relief

I thought I saw her
As I passed Gala
Standing outside the El Rancho
But I was mistaken
My imagination
Was just playin' tricks on me

It sure is
Awful hot here
In Phoenix
The land of
The painted
Desert sky

Where they're yet to
Discover
Or uncover
The Dutchman's gold
I hear tell of a fountain in
The Superstition Mountains
It's a story that is very well told

I find my
Self crossing
The great Mojave
Steady keeping
The red and white lights
Company

She was born in Houston
Raised up in Tennessee
But she lived in Georgia
With me
So if you see her
Would you please tell her
I'm all the way from Atlanta
I'm all the way from Atlanta
I cried all the way from Atlanta