Alan Jackson - Chatahoochie

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E – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – |
B – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – |
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D – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – 5 – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – 7 – 5 – – – 5 – – – 5 – – – – – |
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C
way down yonder on the chattahoochee
G C
its get hotter than a hoochie – koochie
C
we laid rubber on the georgia asphalt
C G C
we got a little crazy but we never got caught
F
down by the river on a friday night
C
a few miller cans in the pale moonlight
F
talkin’ ’bout cars and dreamin’ ’bout women
D7 G
never had a plan , just alivin’ for the minute

chorus
C
way down yonder on the chattahoochee
G
never knew how much that muddy water meant to me
C
but i learned how to swim and i learned who i was
G
a lot ’bout living and a little ’bout love

C
we fogged up the window in my ole chevy
G C
i was willin but she wasn’t ready’
C
so i settled for a burger and a grape snow cone
C G C
i dropped her off early but i didn’t go home
F
down by the river on a friday night
C
a few miller can in the pale moonlight
F
talkin’ ’bout cars and dreamin’ ’bout women
D7 G
never had a plan , just alivin’ for the minute

chorus
C
way down yonder on the chattahoochee
G
never knew how much that muddy water meant to me
C
but i learned how to swim and i learned who i was
G
a lot ’bout living and a little ’bout love