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