Intro:Drums=4/Guitar=10    Well 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) Down by the river on a fridday night a pyramid of cans in the   pale moon light. Talking bout cars and dream-in bout women.   Never had a plan just a livin for the minute.(Chorus)   (Chorus) Yeah way down yonder on the Chatta-Hoochee never knew how   much that muddy water meant to me. But I learned how   to swim and I learned who I was.  A lot a-bout livin and a little bout love (Guitar solo ) (2nd time fiddle solo F=7)    (Last pass end)A lot o-bout livin and little bout love. (Drums=3/Guitar solo)  That’s right. (verse2) Well. 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) Yeah 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 )(verse 2)