Tennessee Saturday Night - Jerry Lee Lewis

Now, listen while I tell you about 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 all right

But they all go native on Saturday Night

Oh, well the 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 looking for romance

Somebody takes a brogan and knocks out the light

Yes, they all go native on Saturday night

When they really get together there’s a lot of fun

They all know the other fellow packs a gun

Everybody does his best to act just right

Cause there’s gonna be funeral if you start a fight

They struggle and they shuffle till broad daylight

Yes, they all go native on Saturday night

Well, now you’ve heard my story about 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 all right

But they all go native on Saturday Night