Listen while I tell you bout a place I know down in Tennessee where the tall corn grows
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Hidden from the world in a bunch of pines
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The moon's a little bashful and it seldom shines
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Civilized people live there all right but they all go native on Saturday night
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[ guitar ]
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Well the music is a fiddle and a crack guitar they give the kicks from an old fruit jar
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They do the boogie to an old square dance
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The woods're full of couples lookin' for romance
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They struggle and they shuffle till the broad daylight
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And they all go native on Saturday night
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[ dobro ]
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When they really get together there's a lot of fun
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They all know the other fella packs a gun
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Everybody does his best to act just right
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Cause it's gonna be a funeral if you start a fight
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They struggle and they shuffle till the broad daylight
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Then they all go native on Saturday night
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[ harmonica ]
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Now you've heard my story bout a place I know
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Down in Tennessee where the tall corn grows
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Hidden from the world in a bunch of pines
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Where the moon's a little bashful and it seldom shines
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Civilized people live there all right but they all go native on Saturday night
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Tennessee Saturday Night
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Kenny Price |