Tennessee Saturday Night

G

Now listen while I tell you ’bout a place I know

G7

Down in Tennessee where the tall corn grows

C

Hidden from the world in a bunch of pines

D7

G

Where the moon’s a little bashful and it seldom shines

D7

Civilized people live there alright

G

Ah but they all go native on Saturday Night

G7

They get their kicks from an old fruit jar

C

They do the boogie to an old square dance

D7

G

The woods are full of couples looking for romance

D7

They struggle and they shuffle till broad daylight

G

Yes they all go native on Saturday night

G7

They all know the other fellow packs a gun

C

Everybody does his best to act just right

D7

G

Cause there’s gonna be funeral if you start a fight

D7

Somebody takes a brogan and knocks out the light

G