Way down yonder on the Chattahoochee
It is 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
A pyramid of cans in the pale moonlight
Talkin' 'bout cars and dreamin' 'bout women
Never had a plan, just livin' 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
A lot 'bout living and a little 'bout love
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 snow cone
I 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
Talkin' 'bout cars and dreamin' 'bout women
Never had a plan, just livin' for the minute
Chorus
Writer(s): Alan Eugene Jackson, Jim Mcbride
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