All the Way from Atlanta

I came here All the way from Atlanta With nothin' But losin' To my name I saw Shreveport Through a window Against a curtain made of pines I was crying When I made Dallas So much you'd have thought it was rain I pulled in To the town of Amarillo To buy my Self a little Bit of relief I thought I saw her As I passed Gala Standing outside the El Rancho But I was mistaken My imagination Was just playin' tricks on me It sure is Awful hot here In Phoenix The land of The painted Desert sky Where they're yet to Discover Or uncover The Dutchman's gold I hear tell of a fountain in The Superstition Mountains It's a story that is very well told I find my Self crossing The great Mojave Steady keeping The red and white lights Company She was born in Houston Raised up in Tennessee But she lived in Georgia With me So if you see her Would you please tell her I'm all the way from Atlanta I'm all the way from Atlanta I cried all the way from Atlanta