Chattahoochee - Alan Jackson

Well, way down yonder on the Chattahoochee

It gets hotter than a hoochie coochie

We laid rubber on the Georgia asphalt

We got a little crazy but we never got caught.

Down by the river on a Friday night

Pyramid of cans in the pale moonlight

Talkin' 'bout cars and dreamin' 'bout women

Never had a plan, just a livin' for the minute.

Yeah, way down yonder on the Chattahoochee

Never knew how much that muddy water meant to me

But I learned how to swim and I learned who I was

A lot about livin' and a little 'bout love.

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Well, we fogged up the windows in my old Chevy

I was willin' but she wasn't ready

So I settled for a burger and a grape sno-cone

I dropped her off early but I didn't go home.

Down by the river on a Friday night

Pyramid of cans in the pale moonlight

Talkin' 'bout cars and dreamin' 'bout women

Never had a plan, just a livin' for the minute.

Yeah, way down yonder on the Chattahochee

Never knew how much that muddy water meant to me

But I learned how to swim and I learned who I was

A lot about livin' and a little 'bout love.

Yeah, way down yonder on the Chattahochee

Never knew how much that muddy water meant to me

But I learned how to swim and I learned who I was

A lot about livin' and a little 'bout love.

A lot about livin' and a little 'bout love.

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