| Oh wild Billy told me even
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| I would have a chance
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| If I took a trip down the Georgia highway
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| And asked some girl to dance
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| Billy said he’d been there
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| Had the best time of his life
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| He went to stay for the weekend
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| And he came back with a wife
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| It’s 4 to 1 in Atlanta
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| I’m gonna get lucky tonight
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| The girls are in my favor
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| And if I play my cards just right
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| I might find an angel
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| Whose fire I can light
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| It’s 4 to 1 in Atlanta
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| And I’m on my way tonight
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| I can’t wait to get there
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| I know she’s waiting for me
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| With eyes as blue as Texas skies
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| Like I ain’t never seen
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| And as I think about it
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| My heart starts to pound
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| I throw this thing into lower gear
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| And crush that hammer down
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| It’s 4 to 1 in Atlanta
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| I’m gonna get lucky tonight
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| The girls are in my favor
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| And if I play my cards just right
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| I might find an angel
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| Whose fire I can light
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| It’s 4 to 1 in Atlanta
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| And I’m on my way tonight
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| Here comes a confrontation
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| With the highway patrol
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| I hope beneath those flashing lights
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| There’s an understanding soul
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| I’ve only got one story
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| I’m a man without love
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| Can we talk about it ma’am
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| Before you write me up
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| It’s 4 to 1 in Atlanta
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| I’m gonna get lucky tonight
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| The girls are in my favor
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| And if I play my cards just right
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| I might find an angel
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| Whose fire I can light
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| It’s 4 to 1 in Atlanta
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| And I’m on my way tonight
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| I’m on my way tonight… |