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Intro:Drums=4/Guitar=10,C G C 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 Glittle bout loCve (Guitar solo F C G C7 F D) (2nd time fiddle solo F=7) (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 (Fiddle sole F=7 Guitar Solo F C G C7 F D)(verse 2)
Written by Alan Jackson, Jim Mcbride
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