Tennessee Saturday Night lyrics

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

Now 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

'Coz 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

• Artist:Freddy Quinn
• Album:Tennessee Saturday Night