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 flat guitar
They get their kicks from an old fruit jar
They do the boogie-woogie to an old square dance
The woods are full of couples lookin' for romance
Somebody takes his brogan and knocks out the light
Yeah, they all go native on a Saturday night
When they really get together, there's a lot of fun
They all know the other fella packs a gun
Everybody does his best to act just right
Cause there's gonna be funeral if you start a fight
They struggle and they shuffle till broad daylight
Yeah, they all go native on a Saturday night
Well, now ya 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