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 The moon's a little bashful and it seldom shines Civilized people live there all right but they all go native on Saturday night [ guitar ] Well the music is a fiddle and a crack guitar they give 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 They struggle and they shuffle till the broad daylight And they all go native on Saturday night [ dobro ] When they really get together there's a lot of fun They all know the other fella packs a gun Everybody does his best to act just right Cause it's gonna be a funeral if you start a fight They struggle and they shuffle till the broad daylight Then they all go native on Saturday night [ harmonica ] 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 it seldom shines Civilized people live there all right but they all go native on Saturday nightTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
