Atlanta - Knucklehead
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Atlanta Lyrics
The future was planned on a promise
It all fell apart in the end
We never made it back to Atlanta
Made it back on our words once again
I was 21, Clay was 23, Matt was the youngest, we were all naive
In an old black van travelling south, to a place we'd only heard about
With open arms they let us in, bought us beers till the show began
That night, I remember still, I know I always will
The next year we were all surprised, with the reception that we did find
And when I said we'd be back in time, I know now i told a lie
Those days had no urgency, for we were young and we couldn't see
That too often the good men die, and good times will pass you by
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Lyrics submitted by Rod Beaudry.
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