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   The moon's a little bashful and it seldom shines   Civilized people live there all right but they all go native on Saturday night   [ guitar ]   Well the music is a fiddle and a crack guitar they give 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   They struggle and they shuffle till the broad daylight   And they all go native on Saturday night   [ dobro ]   When they really get together there's a lot of fun   They all know the other fella packs a gun   Everybody does his best to act just right   Cause it's gonna be a funeral if you start a fight   They struggle and they shuffle till the broad daylight   Then they all go native on Saturday night   [ harmonica ]   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 all right but they all go native on Saturday night