Tennessee Saturday Night - Pat Boone
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 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 brogue
And knocks out the light
Yes they all go native
On a Saturday night
When they really get
Together there's a lot of fun
They all know the other fellah packs a gun
Ev'rybody does his
Best to act just right
'Cause there's 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 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 alright
But they all go native on a Saturday night