A A7
Bus station in Atlanta 6:40 in the evening
D A
She was standing cold and all alone
C#7
I ask where she was going but she had no way of knowing
B7 E7
Cause she was broke and long way from home
A A7
Straight from New York City she was young thin and pretty
D A
She belonged in a fashion magazine
D
I said stay with me till morning
A D
I've got a bed to keep you warm in
A E7 A
We call it southern hospitality
E7 D A
Lying in the stillness there was no blue or gray
E7 D A E7
Only sweet surrender in the shadows where we la--y
D E7 C#7 A
She held me close and loved this southern boy just right
B7 E7 A
And the north won the war again last night
A7
Morning's all around me my arms are all around her
D A
She's sleeping Lord and she looks so fine
C#7
Between the shades of last night and this mornings daylight
B7 E7
We found love's Mason Dixon line
A A7
And in her arms I found that love isn't north or south
D A
It isn't how you say the things you say
D A D
New York City or Atlanta Cleveland or Savanna
A E7 A
She's taken all the boundaries away
E7 D A
Lying in the stillness there was no blue or gray
E7 D A E7
Only sweet surrender in the shadows where we la--y
D E7 C#7 A
She held me close and loved this southern boy just right
B7 E7 A
And the north won the war again last night