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 moons 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 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 lookin for romance Somebody takes his brogan and knocks out the light Yes, they all go native on a Saturday night When they really get together theres a lot of fun They all know the other fellow packs a gun Everybody does his best to act just right Cause theres gonna be a funeral if you start a fight They struggle and they shuffle till broad daylight Yes, they all go native on a Saturday night Well, now youve 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 moons a little bashful and it seldom shines Civilized people live there alright But they all go native on a Saturday night
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