Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Tennessee Saturday Night , by - Red Foley. Song from the album Sugarfoot Rag, in the genre КантриRelease date: 08.12.2019
Record label: Limitless Int
Song language: English
Tennessee Saturday Night |
| 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 |