Lyrics Tennessee Saturday Night - Original Mono - Red Foley

Tennessee Saturday Night - Original Mono

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