Well way down yonder on the chattahoochie
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
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 chattahoochie
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 we settled for a burger and a grape snow cone
I dropped her off early but I didn't go home (CHO)
