Tennessee Saturday Night

Now listen while I tell you `bout a place I know Down in Tennessee where the tall corn grows Hidden from the world in a bunch of pines Where the moon`s a little bashful and it seldom shines Civilized people live there alright But they all go native on a Saturday Night Their music is a fiddle and a cracked guitar They get their kicks from an old fruit jar They do the boogie to an old square dance The woods are full of couples lookin` for romance Somebody takes his brogue and knocks out the light Yes they all go native on a Saturday night When they really get together there`s a lot of fun They all know the other fellah packs a gun Ev`rybody does his best to act just right `Cause there`s gonna be a funeral if you start a fight They struggle and they shuffle till broad daylight Yes they all go native on a Saturday night Well now you`ve heard my story `bout a place I know Down in Tennessee where the tall corn grows HIdden from the world in a bunch of pines Where the moon`s a little bashful and it seldom shines Civilized people live there alright But they all go native on a Saturday night