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Verse I.
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.
(repete verse I.)
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