Tennessee Saturday Nights

   C
   Now listen while I tell you 'bout a place I know,

                                    C7
   Down in Tennessee where the tall corn grows.

   F
   Hidden from the world in a bunch of pines,

   G7        C
   Where the moon's a little bashful, and it seldom shines.

   G7
   Civilized people live there alright,

                C                G7       C
   Ah, but they all go native on Saturday night.



Verse II.

   C
   Oh well the music is a fiddle and a cracked guitar,

                                C7
   They get their kicks from an old fruit jar.

   F
   They do the boogie to an old square dance,

   G7             C
   The wood's are full of couples lookin' for romance.

   G7
   They struggle and they shuffle till broad daylight,

            C                G7       C
   Yes they all go native on Saturday night.



Verse III.

   C
   When they really get together there's a lot of fun,

                                  C7
   They all know the other fellow packs a gun.

   F
   Everybody does his best to act just right,

   G7            C
   Cause there's gonna be a funeral if you start a fight.

   G7
   Someone takes a Stetson and knocks out the light,

            C                G7       C
   Yes they all go native on Saturday night.