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 seldom shines 

Civilized people live there alright but they all go native on Saturday night 

[ guitar ] 

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 

[ piano ] 

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 

[ steel ] 

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