TENNESSEE SATURDAY NIGHT
(B. Hughes)
RED FOLEY (DECCA 46292, 1951)
Also recorded by Malcolm Yelvington and The Barnstompers

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
And civilized people live there all right
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 looking for romance
Somebody digs he's broke and knocks out the light
Yes, they all go native on a Saturday night

When they get together there's a lot of fun
They all know the other fellar packs a gun
Everybody does his best to act just right
Because 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

Now you 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
And civilized people live there all right
But they all go native on a Saturday night