If I had my way
I would be here today
If I had my way
This would be where I'd stay
River of painted rocks
Indians name thee
I just call it
Chattahoochee
Cursed by Indians
Will take many a white man's life
This been true and fact
Death on the river never has lacked
Muddy it can be
Low with rocks
When mad she over runs her banks
This is the Chattahoochee
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