Tennessee Saturday Night Lyrics - 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 all right 

But they all go native on Saturday Night 

Oh, 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 are full of couples looking for romance 

Somebody takes a brogan and knocks out the light 

Yes, they all go native on Saturday night 

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 gonna be funeral if you start a fight 

They struggle and they shuffle till broad daylight 

Yes, they all go native on 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 all right 

But they all go native on Saturday Night