To the tune of Chattahoochee
from Juliette Low '08, (c) Lindsey Hafley
Chattahoochee, performed by Alan Jackson, written by Alan Jackson & Jim McBride
Way down yonder at Cross and Crown,
It got louder in that little town.
We did drill on that Roscoe Asphalt,
Got a little crazy but we always got caught.
Up numbering Easter eggs on a Friday night,
Filling a pyramid of baskets in the pale church light.
Talkin about Badger and dreamin about Bay.
Never had a plan just livin' for the minute.
Well, way down yonder at Devil's Lake,
The monkey meat cooked longer as we stayed up late.
Pitchin' our tents and campfires that never ceased,
A lot about memories we'll never forget in the least.
Up wearing costumes at Creeporee,
Running from the little boys in the pale moonlight.
Winning cooking contests on a Saturday night,
Always had a plan, as long as we were sleepin' in the cabin.
Well, way down yonder at Eagle Cave,
Never knew how much that muddy water meant to me,
But I learned how to cope, and I limited my complaints,
It was a little about caving and a lot about fun.
We fogged up the windows in G's old van,
Headphones in our ears and conversations "we never had."
But she always found out and we settled for a lecture,
She threatened to call our parents but we didn't go home.
We spent all our nights just gathering as sisters,
Laughing and crying in the same ol' way.
As the years strung on we only got stronger,
Through Snowstorm, Rock River, and definitely at Bay.
Yeah, way down yonder with my favorite girls,
We went through some hard times with lectures and rules,
But we never lost eachother and we never lost faith,
It was a lot about sisters and little about love.
Yeah...it was a lot about sisters and a little about love.
Chattahoochee, performed by Alan Jackson, written by Alan Jackson & Jim McBride
Way down yonder at Cross and Crown,
It got louder in that little town.
We did drill on that Roscoe Asphalt,
Got a little crazy but we always got caught.
Up numbering Easter eggs on a Friday night,
Filling a pyramid of baskets in the pale church light.
Talkin about Badger and dreamin about Bay.
Never had a plan just livin' for the minute.
Well, way down yonder at Devil's Lake,
The monkey meat cooked longer as we stayed up late.
Pitchin' our tents and campfires that never ceased,
A lot about memories we'll never forget in the least.
Up wearing costumes at Creeporee,
Running from the little boys in the pale moonlight.
Winning cooking contests on a Saturday night,
Always had a plan, as long as we were sleepin' in the cabin.
Well, way down yonder at Eagle Cave,
Never knew how much that muddy water meant to me,
But I learned how to cope, and I limited my complaints,
It was a little about caving and a lot about fun.
We fogged up the windows in G's old van,
Headphones in our ears and conversations "we never had."
But she always found out and we settled for a lecture,
She threatened to call our parents but we didn't go home.
We spent all our nights just gathering as sisters,
Laughing and crying in the same ol' way.
As the years strung on we only got stronger,
Through Snowstorm, Rock River, and definitely at Bay.
Yeah, way down yonder with my favorite girls,
We went through some hard times with lectures and rules,
But we never lost eachother and we never lost faith,
It was a lot about sisters and little about love.
Yeah...it was a lot about sisters and a little about love.
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Updated October 27th, 2015
Updated October 27th, 2015