Lyrics:

There's a knocked out 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 fuction 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, records, and each cost a nickel There's some fast ones and the slow ones if your tastes are fickle There's a square dance caller and a little cakewalk And there's a couple in the corner just a-huggin' and a-talkin' If your hands, feet, legs wanna function Go to the place they call Country Junction



At this place called Country Junction I've heard it said That you can red ham and a pone or cornbread A little dab of soft gravy and that ain't all They bring you biscuits in a bucket, you can have a ball If your hands, feet, legs wanna function Go to the 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 Tennessee aptif if your feelin' blue Go to Country Junction, it's the place for you If your hands, feet, legs wanna function Go to the place they call Country Junction Go to the place they call Country Junction (Ain't that groundhog fat!)