Tennessee Saturday Night - Ernest Tubb

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