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CWell, way down yonder on the Chatta-hoochee it gets hotter
than a Hoo-chie-coo-chie. We laid rubber on the Georgia
ashalt, we got a little crazy but we never got caught
pre-Chorus
FDown by the river on a fridday night a pCyramid of cans in the
pGale moon ligCht. TaFlking bout cars and dream-in bout women.
DNever had a plan just a lGivin for the minute.(Chorus)
Chorus
Yeah, wCay down yonder on the Chatta-Hoochee, never knew how
much that muddy water Gmeant to mCe. But I learned how
to swim and I learned who I was. A lot a-bout livin and a
(2nd time fiddle solo F=7) F C G C7 F D
(Last pass end)A lot o-bout livin and Glittle bout loCve.
(Drums=3/Guitar solo) That's right.
(verse2)
CWell. we fogged up the windows in my old chevy
I was willin but she wasnt ready
so, I settled for a burger and a grape sno-cone
I dropped her off early but I didn't go home (pre-Chorus)
GYeah, way down yonder on the Chattahoochee
It gets hotter than a Hoo-Chie- coo-chie
We laid rubber on the Georgia asphalt, we
got alittle crazy but we never got caught
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