Alan Jackson

Chattahochee

Way down yonder on the Chattahochee
It gets hotter than a hoochie coochie
We laid rubber on the Georgia asphalt
We got a little crazy but we never got caught

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Down by the river on a friday night
Pyramid of cans in the pale moonlight
Talkin’ ‘bout cars, 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

Well we fogged up the window 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

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