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 nightTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
