(J.McBride-A.Jackson)      Well, way down yonder on the chattahoochee   It gets hotter than a hoochie coochie   We laid rubber on the Georgian 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   Talkn' 'bout cars and dreamin' 'bout women   Never had a plan just livin' for the minute.      Well, 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   Lotta 'bout livin' and a little 'bout love.      Well, We fogged up the windows in my old Chevy   I was willing but she wasn’t ready   So I settled for a burger and a grape snow cone   Dropped her off early but I didn’t go home.      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 alivin' for the minute.      Well, way down yonder on a chattahoochee   Never knew how much that muddy water meant to me   But I learned how to swim and I learned who I was   Lotta 'bout livin' and a little 'bout love.      --- Instrumental ---      Well, way down yonder on a chattahoochee   It gets hotter than a hoochie-coochie   We laid rubber on the Georgia asphalt   We got a little crazy but we never got caught.      --- Instrumental ---      Well, We fogged up the windows in my old Chevy   I was willing but she wasn’t ready   So I settled for a burger and a grape snow cone   Dropped her off early but I didn’t go home.      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 alivin' for the minute.      Well, 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   Lotta 'bout livin' and a little 'bout love.   Lotta 'bout livin' but a little 'bout love.      Yaee.   That's nice...