Barbecue Bob — Atlanta Moan

Lord nobody knows Atlanta like I do Lord nobody knows Atlanta like I do But the reason I know it I traveled it through and through Have you got a good woman Heres a lesson I give to you Lord you got a woman Lesson i give to you Dont take her to Atlanta The mens 'll take her away from you Lord im taking my woman Tied me to the board Lord im taking my woman Tied me to the board Thats the reason why you hear me cry and moan Ive taken one woman Believe me I am through Lord ive taken one woman Believe me I am through Just for what you do Im coming home for you Oh dont you hear that steep old whistle blow Oh dont you hear that steep old whistle blow And it blows just like it never blowed before Thats alright baby How you run around Lord thats alright baby How you run around But you outta say sorry When bob gets back to town If you take my woman I won't get mad with you Oh if you take my woman I won't get mad with you If you take her from me sombody should take her from you