Alan Jackson - Chattahochee

Way down yonder on the chattahoochee

It gets hotter than a hoochie coochie

We laid rubber on the georgie asphalt

We got a little crazy but we never got caught



Down by the river on a friday night

A pyramid of cans in the pale moonlight

Talking ’bout cars and dreaming ’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 how I was

A lot about livin’ and a litttle ’bout love



Well we fooged up the windows in my old chevy

I was willing but she wasn’t ready

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

Dropped her off early but I didn’t go home



Down by the river on a friday night

A pyramid of cans in the pale moonlight

Talking ’bout cars and dreaming ’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 how I was

A lot about livin’ and a litttle ’bout love



Way down yonder on the chattahoochee

It gets hotter than a old jacuze

We laid rubber on the georgie asphalt

We got a little crazy but we never got caught



Well we fooged up the windows in my old chevy

I was willing but she wasn’t ready

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

Dropped her off early but I didn’t go home



Down by the river on a friday night

A pyramid of cans in the pale moonlight

Talking ’bout cars and dreaming ’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 how I was

A lot about livin’ and a litttle ’bout love