C# C#7
Bus station in Atlanta 6:40 in the evening
F# C#
She was standing cold and all alone
F7
I ask where she was going but she had no way of knowing
D#7 G#7
Cause she was broke and long way from home
C# C#7
Straight from New York City she was young thin and pretty
F# C#
She belonged in a fashion magazine
F#
I said stay with me till morning
C# F#
I've got a bed to keep you warm in
C# G#7 C#
We call it southern hospitality
G#7 F# C#
Lying in the stillness there was no blue or gray
G#7 F# C# G#7
Only sweet surrender in the shadows where we la--y
F# G#7 F7 C#
She held me close and loved this southern boy just right
D#7 G#7 C#
And the north won the war again last night
C#7
Morning's all around me my arms are all around her
F# C#
She's sleeping Lord and she looks so fine
F7
Between the shades of last night and this mornings daylight
D#7 G#7
We found love's Mason Dixon line
C# C#7
And in her arms I found that love isn't north or south
F# C#
It isn't how you say the things you say
F# C# F#
New York City or Atlanta Cleveland or Savanna
C# G#7 C#
She's taken all the boundaries away
G#7 F# C#
Lying in the stillness there was no blue or gray
G#7 F# C# G#7
Only sweet surrender in the shadows where we la--y
F# G#7 F7 C#
She held me close and loved this southern boy just right
D#7 G#7 C#
And the north won the war again last night