Chattahoochee [extended mix 2] [*] Songtext
von Alan Jackson
Chattahoochee [extended mix 2] [*] Songtext
Well, way down yonder on the Chattahoochee
It gets hotter than a hoochie coochie
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
Pyramid of cans in the pale moonlight
Talkin′ '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
Ah-ha
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
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 a-livin' for the minute
Yeah, way down yonder on the Chattahochee
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, way down yonder on the Chattahochee
It gets hotter than a hoochie coochie
We laid rubber on the Georgia asphalt
We got a little crazy, but we never got caught
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
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 a-livin' for the minute
Yeah, way down yonder on the Chattahochee
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
A lot about livin' and a little ′bout love
Yeah-ee
That's right
It gets hotter than a hoochie coochie
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
Pyramid of cans in the pale moonlight
Talkin′ '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
Ah-ha
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
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 a-livin' for the minute
Yeah, way down yonder on the Chattahochee
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, way down yonder on the Chattahochee
It gets hotter than a hoochie coochie
We laid rubber on the Georgia asphalt
We got a little crazy, but we never got caught
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
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 a-livin' for the minute
Yeah, way down yonder on the Chattahochee
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
A lot about livin' and a little ′bout love
Yeah-ee
That's right
Writer(s): Alan Eugene Jackson, Jim Mcbride Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com