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 (Yodelahee) 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)