About the song
Alan Jackson’s timeless classic, “Chattahoochee,” is a heartfelt tribute to the idyllic simplicity of life in the American South. Released in 1993 as the lead single from his album The Greatest Hits Collection, the song quickly became a chart-topping anthem, resonating with audiences of all ages.
With its evocative imagery and catchy melody, “Chattahoochee” paints a vivid picture of a carefree childhood spent along the banks of the iconic river. Jackson’s warm and inviting vocals perfectly capture the nostalgia and longing that the song evokes.
The lyrics of “Chattahoochee” are filled with references to familiar Southern sights and sounds, from fishing on the riverbank to dancing at the local honky-tonk. The song’s chorus, with its simple yet powerful refrain, serves as a nostalgic mantra, reminding listeners of a time when life was less complicated and more enjoyable.
“Chattahoochee” is more than just a popular song; it’s a cultural touchstone that has stood the test of time. The song’s enduring appeal lies in its ability to connect with listeners on a deep emotional level, tapping into universal themes of nostalgia, friendship, and the simple pleasures of life.
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Lyrics
Well, way down yonder on the 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
Down by the river on a Friday night
A pyramid of cans in the pale moonlight
Talking ’bout cars and dreaming ’bout women
Never had a plan just a livin’ for the minute
Yeah, 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
A lot about livin’ and a litttle ’bout love
Ah ha
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
I 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
Talking ’bout cars and dreaming ’bout women
Never had a plan just a livin’ for the minute
Yeah, 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
A lot about livin’ and a little ’bout love
Well, way down yonder on the 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
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
I 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
Talking ’bout cars and dreaming ’bout women
Never had a plan just a livin’ for the minute
Yeah, 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
A lot about livin’ and a little ’bout love
A lot about livin’ and a little ’bout love
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