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Tennessee Saturday Night lyrics
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 seldom shines
Civilized people live there alright
But they all go native on Saturday night
Their music is a fiddle and a crack guitar
They take 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
Some bartender takes his brogain lights out the lights
Yes, they all go native on Saturday night
When they really get together there's a lot of fun
They all know the other fella packs a gun
Everybody does his best and acts just right
'Cause it's gonna be a funeral if you start a fight
They struggle and they shuffle till the broad daylight
Yes, they all go native on 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 seldom shines
Civilized people live there alright
But they all go native on Saturday night
Down in Tennessee where the tall corn grows
Hidden from the world in a bunch of pines
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- Track 4 on We're Gonna Rock - We're Gonna Roll Disc 3
- 3 Birmingham Bounce
- 5 Tennessee Jive
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