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<object><type>video</type><version>1.0</version><provider_name>Network.hu</provider_name><provider_url>http://network.hu/</provider_url><title>David Allan Coe - Atlanta Song </title><author_name>apucsoka</author_name><author_url>http://network.hu/apucsoka</author_url><html>&amp;lt;object width=&amp;quot;424&amp;quot; height=&amp;quot;345&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;param name=&amp;quot;movie&amp;quot; value=&amp;quot;http://country.network.hu/flash/videoplayer/video.swf?videoid=523228&amp;amp;amp;pvol=40&amp;amp;amp;plang=hu&amp;amp;amp;host=http://country.network.hu&amp;quot; /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;param name=&amp;quot;allowscriptaccess&amp;quot; value=&amp;quot;always&amp;quot; /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;param name=&amp;quot;allowfullscreen&amp;quot; value=&amp;quot;true&amp;quot; /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;embed src=&amp;quot;http://country.network.hu/flash/videoplayer/video.swf?videoid=523228&amp;amp;amp;pvol=40&amp;amp;amp;plang=hu&amp;amp;amp;host=http://country.network.hu&amp;quot; width=&amp;quot;424&amp;quot; height=&amp;quot;345&amp;quot; allowscriptaccess=&amp;quot;always&amp;quot; allowfullscreen=&amp;quot;true&amp;quot; /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/object&amp;gt;</html><width>424</width><height>345</height><duration>141</duration><description>I MET HER IN ATLANTA&#13;
SHE WAS A-DANCING IN A CAFE&#13;
WITH A PRICE TAG ON HER BODY&#13;
AND A TOMBSTONE IN HER EYE&#13;
YOU COULD TELL SHE WAS NOT HAPPY&#13;
BY THE WAY SHE KEPT ON STARING&#13;
PAST THE OTHER SIDE OF NOWHERE&#13;
AT A MAN SHE'D LIKE TO TRY&#13;
&#13;
AND THE MAKE-UP SHE HAD PAINTED&#13;
COULD NOT HIDE THE YOUTHFUL MOTIONS&#13;
OF HER BODY&#13;
FROM THE MUSIC OR THE CROWD&#13;
I STARED LIKE ALL OTHERS&#13;
WITH MY RIGHT HAND IN MY POCKET&#13;
WHILE SHE SHOWED US&#13;
EVERYTHING THE LAW ALLOWED&#13;
&#13;
TWENTY BUCKS AN HOUR LATER&#13;
MY ONE-BEDROOM APARTMENT&#13;
I WAS FEELING WEAK&#13;
FROM ALL THE SEEDS I'D SOWN&#13;
SHE WAS SWEET, SHE WAS GENTLE&#13;
AS SHE INTRODUCED MY BODY&#13;
TO SOME PLEASURES&#13;
IT HAD NEVER EVER KNOWN&#13;
&#13;
WHEN I WOKE UP IN THE MORNING&#13;
SHE WAS A-LAYING THERE BESIDE ME&#13;
LIKE A KITTEN&#13;
WITH HER FACE TURNED TO THE SUN&#13;
AND A LOOK OF SATISFACTION&#13;
ON HER LIPS THAT MADE ME WONDER&#13;
IF SHE EVER FELT ASHAMED&#13;
OF WHAT WE'D DONE&#13;
&#13;
SO I LEFT HER IN ATLANTA&#13;
SHE WAS A-DANCING IN CAFE&#13;
WITH A PRICE TAG ON HER BODY&#13;
AND A TOMESTONE IN HER EYE&#13;
AND I GUESS SHE STILL AIN'T HAPPY&#13;
BY THE WAY SHE KEEPS ON STARING&#13;
PAST THE OTHER SIDE OF NOWHERE</description><thumbnail_url>http://vds.network.hu/clubvideo/5/2/3/_/523228_51599_2.jpg</thumbnail_url><thumbnail_width>80</thumbnail_width><thumbnail_height>60</thumbnail_height><video_id>523228</video_id></object>
