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.)