Songtexte Tennessee Saturday Night - Johnny Bond

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 a Saturday night
The music is a fiddle and a crack guitar
They get their kicks from an old fruitjar
They do the boogie to an old square dance
'Cause the woods are full of couples lookin' for romance
Somebody takes a shotgun, shoots out the light
Yes, they all go native on a Saturday night

When they really get together there's a lot of fun
They all know the other fella totes a gun
Everybody does his best to act just right
'Cause there's gonna be a funeral if they start a fight

They struggle and they shuffle 'til broad daylight
Yes, they all go native on a Saturday night

Now you've heard my story about the 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 a Saturday night

Yes, they all go native on a Saturday night