Tennessee Saturday Night (Red Foley)

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 all right Nut they all go native on a Saturday night Their music is a fiddle and a crack guitar They get the kicks from an old fruit jar They do the boogie to an old square dance The woods're full of couples looking for romance Some bartender takes his brogain lights out the lights 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 fella packs a gun Everybody does his best and acts just right Cause it's gonna be a funeral if you start a fight They struglle and they shuffle till the 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