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Now listen while I tell you bout a place I knowDown in Tennessee where the tall corn growsHidden from the world in a bunch of pinesWhere the moon's a little bashful and seldom shinesCivilized people live there alright but they all go native on Saturday nightTheir music is a fiddle and a crack guitar they take the kicks from an old fruit jarThey do the boogie to an old square danceThe woods're full of couples lookin' for romanceSome bartender takes his brogain lights out the lightsYes they all go native on Saturday nightWhen they really get together there's a lot of funThey all know the other fella packs a gunEverybody does his best and acts just rightCause it's gonna be a funeral if you start a fightThey struggle and they shuffle till the broad daylightYes they all go native on Saturday nightWell now you've heard my story bout a place I knowDown in Tennessee where the tall corn growsHidden from the world in a bunch of pinesWhere the moon's a little bashful and seldom shinesCivilized people live there alright but they all go native on Saturday night Aus Songtexte Mania