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Alan Jackson-Chattahoochee
From: [email protected] (Jimmy Adams)
Corrections and Comments welcome.
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Way down yonder on the Chattahoochee
Its get hotter than a Hoochie-Koochie
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
few Miller cans in the pale moonlight
Talkin' 'bout cars and dreamin' 'bout women
Never had a plan, just alivin' for the minute
Chorus
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
lot 'bout living and a little 'bout love
We fogged up the window in my ole chevy
I was willin but she wasn't ready'
So I settled for a burger and a grape snow cone
I dropped her off early but I didn't go home
Down by the river on a Friday night
few Miller can in the pale moonlight
Talkin' 'bout cars and dreamin' 'bout women
Never had a plan, just alivin' for the minute
Chorus