Chattahoochie Fool

Chattahoochee Fool

They sent me down to the river bank
With a neon vest on my back
Pickin up twelve ounce cans
and throwin them down in a sack
There’s a guard not far up the bank
Watching every single move I make
With a hound dog itchin’ for a fugitive
He can track

Well it all started Saturday night
On the Chattahoochee
It was a river party night
We were campin’ out on the ground
And we all tried to scatter
when the police lights started flashin’
but when they got to the bank
I’s the only fool still around

They carried me over to the jail
Locked me up in cell
My friends tried to get me out
But none could go my bail
My cellmate asked me, “Son,
How could you be the only one”
He said, “it aint the kinda crime
a real georgia boy never done

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