I been desert hot down in Phoenix I been smoggy hot out in L.A. I been high & dry hot in Colorado I been charred out on the Midwest Plains I been madhatter flattened by the heat in Manhattan I been muggy on the Mighty Miss I been burned like a stick on Route 66 But I ain't never been this
Hot'lanta, how come you do me this way When you're 99 in the noonday sun And a hundred and one in the shade Hot'lanta, I think I prefer your nights With your cosmopolitan cafe women How they do go on and on Down in Hot'lanta
In a fuselage in a crowded sky I was trying very hard not to think But in a paranoid vision of the worst that could happen I asked my stewardess "Just one more drink"
The cabin temperature had me in a blur I was shaking by the time we touched down We hit that tarmac Hell bent for Mary Mac's Back in your sizzlin' town
Hot'lanta, how come you do me this way When you're 99 in the noonday sun And a hundred and one in the shade Hot'lanta, I think I prefer your nights With your cosmopolitan cafe women How they do go on and on Down in Hot'lantaTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
