Tennessee Saturday Night - Pat Boone-歌词_1

Tennessee Saturday Night - Pat Boone

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 it seldom shines

Civilized people

Live there alright

But they all go native

On a Saturday Night

Their music is a fiddle

And a cracked guitar

They get their kicks

From an old fruit jar

They do the boogie to

An old square dance

The woods are full of

Couples lookin' for romance

Somebody takes his brogue

And knocks 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 fellah packs a gun

Ev'rybody does his

Best to act just right

'Cause there's gonna

Be a funeral if you start a fight

They struggle and they

Shuffle till broad daylight

Yes they all go native

On a Saturday night

Well 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 alright

But they all go native on a Saturday night