 Well, the way down to yonder on the Chattahoochee, the rig gets hotter than a hoochie-coochie. We laid rubber on the Georgia asphalt, got a little creepy, but we never got caught. Down by the river on a Friday night, a few minutes dance in the pale moonlight. Talkin' about cars and dreamin' about women, never had a plan just to live for the minute. Well, the way down to yonder on the Chattahoochee, never knew how much that money would have meant to me.