NOW LISTEN WHILE
I TELL YA '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 BROGAN KNOCKS OUT
THE LIGHT
YES THEY ALL GO NATIVE
ON A SATURDAY NIGHT
WHEN THEY REALLY
GET TOGETHER
THERE'S A LOTTA FUN
THEY ALL KNOW
THE OTHER FELLA
PACKS A GUN
EVERYBODY DOES
HIS BEST TO ACT
JUST RIGHT
'CAUSE THERE'S GONNA
BE A FUNERAL IF YA
START A FIGHT
THEY STRUGGLE AND
THEY SHUFFLE TILL
BROAD DAYLIGHT
YES THEY ALL GO NATIVE
ON A SATURDAY NIGHT
WELL NOW YOU 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