"Tennessee Saturday Night" lyrics

Now, listen while I tell you 'bout a place I know
It's 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

Well, 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 looking for romance
Somebody takes his brogue and knocks out the lights

But they all go native on a Saturday night, oh

When they really get together there's a lot of fun
They all know the other fellah packs a gun
Everybody does his best to act just right
'Cause there's gonna be a funeral if you start a fight
They snuggle and they shuffle 'til broad daylight

But they all go native on a Saturday night

Well, now you've heard my story 'bout a place I know
It's 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