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
Pyramid of cans in the pale moonlight
Talking about cars and dreaming about women
Never had a plan just a living 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 living and a little ‘bout love’
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Well we fogged up the windows in my old Chevy, I was willing but she wasn’t ready
So I settled for a burger and a grape snow cone, dropped her off early but I didn’t go home
Pyramid of cans in the pale moonlight
Talking about cars and dreaming about women
Never had a plan just a living 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 living and a little ‘bout love’
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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 living and a little ‘bout love’
A lot about living and a little ‘bout love
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That’s right