Tennessee Saturday Night Lyrics - Kenny Price

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 

The moon's a little bashful and it seldom shines 

Civilized people live there all right but they all go native on Saturday night 

[ guitar ] 

Well the 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're full of couples lookin' for romance 

They struggle and they shuffle till the broad daylight 

And they all go native on Saturday night 

[ dobro ] 

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 it's gonna be a funeral if you start a fight 

Somebody takes a brogan and he knocks out the light, 

Then they all go native on Saturday night 

[ harmonica ] 

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 all right but they all go native on Saturday night