Alan Jackson Lyrics
Way down yonder on the Chattahoochee It gets hotter than a hoochie coochie We laid rubber on the Georgia asphalt Got a little crazy but we never got caught [Chorus:] Down by the river on a Friday night Pyramid of cans in the pale moonlight Talking 'bout cars and dreamin' '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 who I was A lot about livin' 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 sno-cone I dropped her off early but I didn't go home [Chorus] [First and Second Verses] [Chorus]
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