• Song:

    Tennessee Saturday Nights

  • Artist:

    Red Foley

Verse I.

C (x32010@1)  Now listen while I tell you 'bout a place I know,

C7 (x32310@1)  Down in Tennessee where the tall corn grows.

F (133211@1)  Hidden from the world in a bunch of pines,

G7 (320001@1)      C (x32010@1)  Where the moon's a little bashful, and it seldom shines.

G7 (320001@1)  Civilized people live there alright,

C (x32010@1)              G7 (320001@1)     C (x32010@1)  Ah, but they all go native on Saturday night.



Verse II.

C (x32010@1)  Oh well the music is a fiddle and a cracked guitar,

C7 (x32310@1)  They get their kicks from an old fruit jar.

F (133211@1)  They do the boogie to an old square dance,

G7 (320001@1)           C (x32010@1)  The wood's are full of couples lookin' for romance.

G7 (320001@1)  They struggle and they shuffle till broad daylight,

C (x32010@1)              G7 (320001@1)     C (x32010@1)  Yes they all go native on Saturday night.



Verse III.

C (x32010@1)  When they really get together there's a lot of fun,

C7 (x32310@1)  They all know the other fellow packs a gun.

F (133211@1)  Everybody does his best to act just right,

G7 (320001@1)          C (x32010@1)  Cause there's gonna be a funeral if you start a fight.

G7 (320001@1)  Someone takes a Stetson and knocks out the light,

C (x32010@1)              G7 (320001@1)     C (x32010@1)  Yes they all go native on Saturday night.



(repete verse I.)
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