Lyrics:

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
Here's a lesson I give to you
Lord you got a woman
Lesson I give to you
Don't take her to Atlanta
The mens'll take her away from you

Lord I'm taking my woman
Tied me to the board
Lord I'm taking my woman
Tied me to the board
That's the reason why you hear me cry and moan

I've taken one woman
Believe me I am through
Lord I've taken one woman
Believe me I am through
Just for what you do I'm coming home for you

Oh don't you hear that steep old whistle blow
Oh don't you hear that steep old whistle blow
And it blows just like it never blowed before

That's all right baby
How you run around
Lord that's all right 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 somebody should take her from you