Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Tennesse Saturday Night, artist - Red Foley. Date of issue: 30.03.2011
Song language: English
Tennesse 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 alright |
| But they all go native on a Saturday night |
| Their music is a fiddle and a crack 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 his brogan and knocks 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 to act 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 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 |