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Listen while I tell you bout a place I know down in Tennessee where the tall corn growsHidden from the world in a bunch of pinesThe moon's a little bashful and it seldom shinesCivilized people live there all right but they all go native on Saturday nightWell the music is a fiddle and a crack guitar they give the kicks from an old fruit jarThey do the boogie to an old square danceThe woods're full of couples lookin' for romanceThey struggle and they shuffle till the broad daylightAnd 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 to act just rightCause it's gonna be a funeral if you start a fightThey struggle and they shuffle till the broad daylightThen they all go native on Saturday nightNow 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 it seldom shinesCivilized people live there all right but they all go native on Saturday night Aus Songtexte Mania