Chattanooga is the fourth-largest city in the US state of Tennessee, with a population of 167,674 as of the 2010 census. It is the seat of Hamilton County. Located in southeastern Tennessee on Chickamauga Lake and Nickajack Lake, which are both part of the Tennessee River, Chattanooga lies approximately 120 miles (190 km) to the northwest of Atlanta, Georgia, 120 miles (190 km) to the southwest of Knoxville, about 135 miles (217 km) to the southeast of Nashville, and about 148 miles (238 km) to the northeast of Birmingham, Alabama. Chattanooga abuts the Georgia border, and the region is at the junction of three major interstate highways: I-24, I-75, and I-59.
The city, which has a downtown elevation of approximately 680 feet (210 m), lies at the transition between the ridge-and-valley portion of the Appalachian Mountains and the Cumberland Plateau. The city is therefore surrounded by various mountains and ridges. The official nickname for Chattanooga is the Scenic City.
Chattanooga is ranked 8th out of America's 100 largest metro areas for the best "Bang For Your Buck" city, according to Forbes magazine. The study measured overall affordability, housing rates, and more. Since 1990, Chattanooga has been recognized as a Tree City USA community.
Au Nord-Est d'Atlanta
Novembre 1863
Au creux des Appalaches
Quand le desert ferme la marche
Pour la vie, du g?n?ral Lee
Le coeur d'un homme de couleur
Pour la tunique bleue
On a laiss? mourir nos terres
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Les deux couleurs du combat
Volcans de poudre qui se r?veillent
Les ?mes partent en pluies d'?tincelles
Et puis perdus une fois de trop
On tombe face au gris de leur drapeau
Appotamox n'est plus loin
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Je sais la peur dans leurs corps fragiles
Ils voient la mienne ? nos fusils vides
Ils ont mes larmes dans leurs yeux
La m?me envie de rentrer chez eux
Appomatox n'est plus loin
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Once upon a time there was a man, who traveled round with a guitar in his
Hand
For the sake of the story, we’ll say his name was Corey
The point of which I’m sure you’ll understand
One night in Chattanooga, Tennessee he drew fire from the local authorities
Strangely enough, he didn’t break any laws
They just said he pissed the wrong guy off
At a bar called Rhythm and Brews, Corey pulled a crowd though the crowd
Wasn’t huge
He was happy as hell, he was loving his life,
Making money for his children and his wife
Then in came a badge and a gun
A man we’ll call Officer John
He was doing his job, come to make an arrest
But someone in the balcony poured a beer on his chest
Oh, John got fightin’ mad
He started cussin’ and fashin’ his badge
He couldn’t find the culprit to vent his rage
So he blamed Corey and the song he was singin’ on the stage
Keep in mind Corey didn’t know
About the cop or the beer until after the show
But when it all came to an end
They said he’d never play in Chattanooga again
Flash forward five long years
Corey turned out to have a hell of a career
When a new club opened off of Market Street
They invited Corey there just after opening week
Folks came out in droves
Demand was high, every ticket was sold
The crowd was loud, the fans were hyped
And it was all shaping up to be a hell of a night
Then in came Officer John
He remembered Corey and the song he had sung
Evidently he was still pissed off
Started making demands that Corey’s mic be turned off
Meanwhile Corey made a speech
About respecting the law and honoring the police
But John already made up his mind,
“This man is subversive. And he’s crossing the line.”
He made threats to the owner of the club
“You’re gonna have a problem if you don’t pull the plug.”
The club didn’t feel like fighting
They knew Officer John would pull their liquor license
So when Corey started singing his most popular song
For a passionate crowd 1400 strong
The conspired to kill the PA
Like it was Red China not the USA (hey!)
Damn there was nearly a riot
It’s all on video, there’s no way they can deny it
It was censorship at its worst
And there’s a damn good reason that amendment is first
If we don’t check power then power checks us
And power ain’t always just
You see John kept pushin’ ‘til he got pushed back
Corey was in the corner now he’s on the attack
He ain’t backin’ down til he gets his way
He vows to go back to Chattanooga one day
He’s gonna sing at the top of his lungs
“Fuck the Po-Po!”