Atlanta lyrics

It's getting late and she's in bed, And all she ever says is, "Get to Atlanta." Summer is coming and I'm heading home. So I hung up the phone and looked outside, Turned my head and cleared my minds, to Atlanta. Summer is coming and I'm heading home. And the hardest part. Yeah, the hardest part. Is the wait. It's the wait. Nobody hears you when you're poor, So I'll shut my mouth some more...'til Atlanta. Summer is coming and I'm heading home. And the hardest part. Yeah, the hardest part. Is the wait. It's the wait. For Atlanta... For Atlanta... For Atlanta... For Atlanta... Summer is coming and I'm heading home.