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# Alan Jackson-Chattahoochee From: adams@wdl1.wdl.loral.com (Jimmy Adams) Corrections and Comments welcome. e-------------------------------------------------------| B-------------------------------------------------------| G-----------------------------------0-------------------| D-------------------------------0-2---------------------| A--2/3-3-3---2/3-3-3---2/3-3-3--------------------------| E-------------------------------------------------------| e-------------------------------------------------------| B-------------------------------------------------------| G-------------------------------------------------------| D---------------------0-2-0-----------------------------| A--2/3-3-3---2/3-3-3--------3---------------------------| E-------------------------------------------------------| e-------------------------------------------------------| B-------------------------------------------------------| G-----------------------------------0-------------------| D-------------------------------0-2---------------------| A--2/3-3-3---2/3-3-3---2/3-3-3--------------------------| E-------------------------------------------------------| e---------------------------------------------------------| B---------------------1-----------------------------------| G-----------------------2-0---0---0-----------------------| D---------------------------2---2---0---------------------| A--2/3-3-3---2/3-3-3------------------3-------------------| E---------------------------------------------------------|
CWay down yonder on the Chattahoochee Its get hoGtter thCan a Hoochie-Koochie
CWe laid rubber on the Georgia asphalt CWe got a litGtle crazy Cbut we never got caught
FDown by the river on a Friday night CA few Miller cans in the pale moonlight
FTalkin' 'bout cars and dreamin' 'bout women D7Never had a Gplan, just alivin' for the minute
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CWay down yonder on the Chattahoochee never knew hoGw much that muddy water meant to me
CBut I learned how to swim and I learned who I was A lot 'Gbout living and a little 'bout love
We fogged up the window in my ole chevy I was willin but she wasn't ready' So I settled for a burger and a grape snow cone I dropped her off early but I didn't go home Down by the river on a Friday night A few Miller can in the pale moonlight Talkin' 'bout cars and dreamin' 'bout women Never had a plan, just alivin' for the minute Chorus