Chattahoochee River Blues

When gentle rain comes down in Georgia, happy birds, frogs and crickets all sing,

The Chattahoochee river flows through there, muddy waters, such peace it brings.

I grew up on that river, we fished and swam, all enjoyed the magic, of that it rings,

I miss those good times that we once had, my best memories there to surely cling.

Chattahoochee, My Chattahoochee river blues...

I was born down on that Chattahoochee river, that old life giver, set us all so free.

Its muddy waters were a welcomed sight to me, there was no place I'd rather be.

Spent my best days there, and enjoyed playing, all my friends were there with me,

Uncle Sam called, or I'd still be staying, but I just had to go, the other world to see.

Chattahoochee, My Chattahoochee river blues...

My father and brothers, each served their country, on every foreign shore,

I volunteered and joined the army, went to VietNam and fought in the war,

All those battles, began to blend, we just did not know, if it would ever end,

My memories of those happy days, kept me company, just like an old friend.

Chattahoochee, My Chattahoochee river blues...

I died among those Asian rice paddies, and it was there my spirit began to roam,

A friend of mine told the chaplain, he said my prayers, then they sent me home.

They sent me back on that old railroad train, and there never, would I leave again,

Chattahoochee bring me home, my spirit life forever near you, never to complain.

Chattahoochee, My Chattahoochee river bringing me on home...