Tennessee saturday night chords and lyrics - FREDDY QUINN

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[Intro 1]
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[Verse 1]
Now [G]listen while I tell you
about a place I know
Down in Tennessee
that's where the talc corn grows
Hid[C]den from the world in
a bunch of pines
Where the [G]moon's a little bashful
and it seldom shines
[Dm]Civil[D]ized people live there alright
But they [G]all go native
on a [D]Saturday [G]night
Their music is a fiddle and an old guitar
They get a great big kick
out of an old fruit jar
Now [C]everybody does his best
to do just right
There's [G]gonna be a funeral
if you start a fight
[D]Somebody takes a croak
and knocks out the light
Of the [G]old gold native
on a [D]Saturday [G]night[C][G]
[D][G]
Now, you have heard the story
about a place I know
Down in Tennessee,
that's where the talcum grows
Hid[C]den from the world in
a bunch of pines
Where the [G]moon's a little bashful
and it seldom shines
Civ[D]ilized people live, they're all right
But they [G]all go native
on the Saturday night
They [D]all go native
On the Saturday [G]night

[Outro 1]
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