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.
(refrão)
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.
(verse 2)
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.
Instrumental Break (like Intro, but without first two measures)