["Coun
try Junction"]
There's a knock -knock joint
between Jackson and Nashville
Everybody has a big time
and nobody's ever bashful
If you feel the old urge
and your feet wanna function
Go to this place they call Country Junction
If your hands, feet,
legs wanna function
Go to the place they call Country
Junction
There's a jukebox of records
and each one costs a nickel
There's the fast ones and the slow ones
if your tastes are fickle
There's a square dance caller
and a little cake walkin'
There's a couple in the corner
just a -huggin' and a -chalkin'
If your hands, feet, legs wanna function
Go to this place they call Country Junction
At this place called Country Junction
I have heard it said
That you can get bread, ham,
and a pound of cornbread
A little daff, a soft gravy,
and that ain't all
They'll bring your biscuits in a bucket,
you can have a ball
If your hands, feet, legs wanna function
Go to this place they call Country
Junction
So that just about does it,
that's the end of my song
At this place called Country Junction,
nothing ever goes wrong
Take a Tennessean's word
if you're a feelin' blue
Go to Country Junction,
it's the place for you
So if your hands, feet,
legs wanna function
Go to this place they call
Country Junction
Go to this place they call
Company Junction.
Ain't our groundhog fat?