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Now, listen while I tell you 'bout a place I know
Down in Tennessee where the tall corn grows
Hidden from the world in a bunch of pines
Where the moon's a little bashful 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 an old fruit jar
They 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 of 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 a Saturday night
Well, now you've heard my story 'bout a place I know
Down in Tennessee where the tall corn grows
HIdden from the world in a bunch of pines
Where the moon's a little bashful and it seldom shines
Civilized people live there alright
But they all go native on a Saturday night
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- Bump Jump Jive, Volume 9
- Females That Rocked The World
- The Story of Rhythm & Blues, Vol. 7
- The Definitive Blues Collection, Vol. 7
- 100 Jump, Jive & Swing
- Great Blues Classics
- The Dallas Dark Horse - The Best of Ella Mae Morse Volume 3
- The Very Best of Ella Mae Morse
- Very Best Of Ella Mae Morse
- R&b Originals - 50 Classic Hits
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- Barrelhouse Boogie and the Blues
- Ella Mae Morse On Broadway
- Barrelhouse, Boogie & The Blues
- The Morse Code
- Rock Me All Night Long
- The Collection 1942-1957
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