🎶 Chattahoochee

Well, [C]way down yonder on the Chattahoochee it gets hotter than a hoochie coochie
[C]We laid rubber on the Georgia asphalt we got a little crazy but we never got caught
[F]Down by the river on a Friday night A [C]pyramid of cans in the [G]pale moon[C]light
[F]Talking 'bout cars and dreaming 'bout women [D7]never had a plan just a [G7]livin' for the minute
Yeah, [C]way down yonder on the Chattahoochee never knew how much that muddy water meant to me
But I [C]learned how to swim and I learned who I was a lot about livin' and a litttle 'bout love

Well, we [C]fogged up the windows in my old Chevy I was willing but she wasn't ready
So I [C]settled for a burger and a grape snow cone I dropped her off early but I didn't go home
[F]Down by the river on a Friday night A [C]pyramid of cans in the [G]pale moon[C]light
[F]Talking 'bout cars and dreaming 'bout women [D7]never had a plan just a [G7]livin' for the minute
Yeah, [C]way down yonder on the Chattahoochee never knew how much that muddy water meant to me
But I [C]learned how to swim and I learned who I was a lot about livin' and a litttle 'bout love