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