Alan Jackson-Chattahoochee
From: adams@wdl1.wdl.loral.com (Jimmy Adams)

Corrections and Comments welcome.

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Way down yonder on the Chattahoochee

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Its get hotter than a Hoochie-Koochie

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We laid rubber on the Georgia asphalt

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We got a little crazy but we never got caught

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Down by the river on a Friday night

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A few Miller cans in the pale moonlight

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Talkin' 'bout cars and dreamin' 'bout women

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Never had a plan, just alivin' for the minute

Chorus

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Way down yonder on the Chattahoochee

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never knew how much that muddy water meant to me


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

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A 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			
A few Miller can in the pale moonlight
Talkin' 'bout cars and dreamin' 'bout women
Never had a plan, just alivin' for the minute

Chorus