| There’s a knocked out joint between Jackson and Nashville
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| Everybody has a big time and nobody’s ever bashful
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| If you feel the old urge and your feet wanna fuction
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| Go to this place they call Country Junction
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| If your hands, feet, legs wanna function
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| Go to the place they call Country Junction
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| There’s a jukebox, records, and each cost a nickel
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| There’s some fast ones and the slow ones if your tastes are fickle
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| There’s a square dance caller and a little cakewalk
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| And there’s a couple in the corner just a-huggin' and a-talkin'
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| If your hands, feet, legs wanna function
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| Go to the place they call Country Junction
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| At this place called Country Junction I’ve heard it said
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| That you can red ham and a pone or cornbread
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| A little dab of soft gravy and that ain’t all
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| They bring you biscuits in a bucket, you can have a ball
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| If your hands, feet, legs wanna function
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| Go to the place they call Country Junction
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| So, that just about does it, that’s the end of my song
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| At this place called Country Junction nothing ever goes wrong
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| Take a Tennessee apéritif if your feelin' blue
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| Go to Country Junction, it’s the place for you
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| If your hands, feet, legs wanna function
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| Go to the place they call Country Junction
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| Go to the place they call Country Junction
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| (Ain't that groundhog fat!) |