Way down yonder on the Chattahoochee
Its get hotter than a Hoochie-Koochie
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
A few Miller cans in the pale moonlight
Talkin' 'bout cars and dreamin' 'bout women
Never had a plan, just alivin' for the minute
Chorus
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 'bout living and a little 'bout love
We fogged up the window in my ole chevy