CWell, ‘way down yonder on the Chattahoochee
it gets hotter than a Ghoochie-Ccoochie.
We laid rubber on the Georgia asphalt.
We got a little crazy, but we Gnever got Ccaught.
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FDown by the river on a Friday night,
Cpyramid of cans in the pale moonlight,
Ftalkin' 'bout cars and dreamin' 'bout women.
D7Never had a plan; just-a Glivin' 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.
Well, we fogged up the windows in my old Chevy;
I was willin’ but she wasn't ready.
So I settled for a burger and a grape Snocone.
I dropped her off early but, I didn't go home.
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