millions of voices screaming
mine is but one more
Technically, it should be "Mark way down yonder on the Chattahoochee." But I don't know Mark, so maybe he doesn't roll like that.
I've been to the "chattahoochie" many many times - 'round here we just call it the river. Now I have that song in my head.
I have no idea what it is, but it sounds rude.
Thanks for the spelling correction, BT. I was photoblogging from the location, so I didn't have a spell checker.Thanks for visiting, DP! We walked along the river for about two miles, I guess. Loaded with geese. It was really quite pretty, even in the dead of winter with the leaves off the trees.McKoala, I think the river is Chattahoochee. Chattahoochie may be what occurs when a drunk businessman tries to pick up a Hooters waitress after his three martini lunch.
Gypsy woman told my mother.Before I was born.Gonna be a boy paca coming.Gonna be a son of a gun.Gonna make pretty womensJump and ShoutAnd the world's gonna knowWhat it's all about.Cause you know I'm hereYeah, everybody knows I'm here.I'm the Chattahoochie Chattacoochie Man.Everybody knows I'm here.Word verification: paintan actual word!
DP, that's Alan Jackson's tune, right?
Well I never! You learn something new every day. I like the chatting up the Hooters waitress explanation!
paca,I love that little ditty you did. Pete,Who's Mark?
Mark is one of my earlist friends, from second grade. I haven't seen him in years, but I had a chance to catch up when I was in Atlanta.
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