Now, listen while I tell you bout a place I know
Down in Tennessee where the tall come grows
Hidden from the world in a bunch of piner
Wherer the moon´s little bashfull and it seldom shines
Civilized people live there alright
But they all go native on a Saturday Night
Their music is a fiddle and a cracked guitar
They get their kicks from a old fruit jar
Their do the boogie to an old square dance
The woods are full of couples lookin´ for romance
Somebody takes his brogue and knocks out the light
Yes, they all go native on a Saturday Night
When they really get together there´s a lot a fun
They all know the other fellah packs a gun
Ev´rybody does his best to act just right
´Cause there´s gonna be a funeral if you start a fight
They struggle and they shuffle till broad daylight
Yes, they all go native on Saturday Night
Well, now you´re heard my story ´bout a place I know
Down in Tennessee where the tall corn grows
Hidden from the world in a lunch of pines
Where the moon´s a little basful and it seldom shines
Civilized people live there alright
But they all go native ona Saturday Night
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- 25 Super Oldies, Volume 4
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- 20 Years of No. 1 Hits: 1956-1975
- 25 Jukebox Hits, Volume 2
- 1000 Milestones of Rock & Pop: 50 Rock and Roll Lovesongs
- The Rock ’n’ Roll Era: Teen Idols
- 16 Golden Classics
- Music to Watch Girls By
- Oh What a Year! 1957
- Love Letters in the Sand
- Remember the Hits, Volume 5
- Double Goldies: Love Songs
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- Rock Times, Volume 2: 1957-1958
- Best of Original Oldies, Volume 4