Текст: Robert Forster. Calling From A Country Phone. Atlanta Lie Low.

Atlanta lie low
Wrapped in a dream
We were needing to rest
Then we hit New Orleans

Now New Orleans
That was my key and my star
But after three days
Well it was no Mardi Gras

And you can say I was stung
One hell of a blow
But what could I see
From Atlanta lie low

Atlanta lie low
It passed like a dream
A week?s gone by
And so has New Orleans

Now New Orleans
That was my key and my star
But after three days
Well it was no Mardi Gras

And you can say I was stung
One hell of a blow
But what could I see
From Atlanta lie low

And you could say I?d been stung
One hell of a blow
But what could I see
From Atlanta lie low

But what could I see
From Atlanta lie low