Tennessee Saturday Night - Red Foley
Now, listen while I tell you about 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 looking for romance

Somebody takes his brogan and knocks out the light
Yes, they all go native on a Saturday night
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When they really get together there's a lot of fun

They all know the other fellow packs a gun

Everybody does his best to act just right

Cause there's goanna 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 about 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