It's getting late and she's in bed.
And all she ever said was get to Atlanta.
The summer's coming and I'm heading home.
So I hung up the phone and looked outside
Turned my head and cleared my mind.
To Atlanta
The summers coming and I'm heading home
And the hardest part, yeah the hardest part
Is the way, It's the way
Nobody hears you when you're poor
So I'll shut my mouth some more
Til Atlanta
The summer's coming and I'm heading home
And the hardest part, yeah the hardest part
Is the way, It's the way
For Atlanta
For Atlanta
For Atlanta
For Atlanta
The Summer's coming and I'm heading home!