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Tennessee Saturday Night

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  • 2024.04.12
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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 brogan 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 fellow 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

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