Charley Crockett – All The Way From Atlanta (Guitar)

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I Came Here All The Way From Atlanta

G               Am            D
With Nothin' But Losin' To My Name

      C                    G
I Saw Shreveport Through A Window

D
Against A Curtain Made Of Pines

      C                  G
I Was Cryin' When I Made Dallas

  Em               C             G
So Much You'd Have Thought It Was Rain

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I Pulled Into The Town Of Amarillo

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To Buy Myself A Little Bit Of Relief

            C                    G
I Thought I Saw Her As I Passed Gallup

D
Standin' Outside The El Rancho

          C            G
But I Was Mistaken, My Imagination

     Em          C         G
Was Just Playin' Tricks On Me

    G           C           G
It Sure Is Awful Hot Here In Phoenix

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The Land Of The Painted Desert Sky

              C         G          D
Where They're Yet To Discover Or Uncover The Dutchman's Gold

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I Hear Tell Of A Fountain In The Superstition Mountains

        Em           C         G
It's A Story That Is Very Well Told

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I Find Myself Crossin' The Great Mojave

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Steady Keepin' The Red And White Lights Company

                 C                G
She Was Born In Houston, Raised In Tennessee

                  D
But She Lived In Georgia With Me

          C                        G
So If You See Her Would You Please Tell Her

         Em      C        G
That I'm All The Way From Atlanta

           Em      C        G
And I Come All The Way From Atlanta

            Em      C         G
And I Cried All The Way From Atlanta