Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Tennessee Saturday Night , by - Ernest Tubb. Song from the album In Chronology, 1960, in the genre КантриRelease date: 05.11.2019
Record label: Limitless Int
Song language: English
Tennessee Saturday Night |
| 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 seldom shines |
| Civilized people live there alright but they all go native on Saturday night |
| Their music is a fiddle and a crack guitar they take the kicks from an old |
| fruit jar |
| They do the boogie to an old square dance |
| The woods’re full of couples lookin' for romance |
| Some bartender takes his brogain lights out the lights |
| Yes they all go native on 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 |
| Cause it’s gonna be a funeral if you start a fight |
| They struggle and they shuffle till the broad daylight |
| Yes they all go native on 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 seldom shines |
| Civilized people live there alright but they all go native on Saturday night |