I'm headin' to Atlanta, leavin' on a Delta plane
Uh huh, alright
I'm headin' to Atlanta, leavin' on a Delta plane
Uh huh, good good
I'll carry my trench coat but I sure don't think it's gonna rain
Ah, ah, oh no
The gold is in my pockets
Caps and tabs are in my sleeves
Ah, ha
Gold is in my pockets
Caps and tabs are in my sleeves
Oh yeah
Stand to make a thousand, if I can just get past the thief
Oh yeah, oh there they are, oh
I'm a junk runner honey, hotter than the noonday sun
Oh mercy
I'm a junk runner honey, hotter than the noonday sun
Oh yeah come true
If I don't make Orlando
You know my runnin' days are done
