Went home this mornin', the clock was strikin' four
And I seen another daddy goin' out my back door
I'm Atlanta bound, Atlanta bound
I hunt the rounder that stole that gal of mine
I'm Atlanta bound, Atlanta bound
I'll bring him back in a box of hind

I thought I had a good gal, I treated her like a queen
But now she found another daddy and turned her damper down on me
I shot that rounder that stole away my gal
The next time she sees that man, it'll be in the other world
I'm Atlanta bound, Atlanta bound
They tied me to a ball and chain
I'm Atlanta bound, Atlanta bound
I'll never see my gal again
(Yodelahee)