Well, Hacksaw Jack was tall and lean
The devil in his soul and his eyes were green
Hell take your woman if he can
They love the Tennessee banjo man
Play that banjo, make it ring
See old Hacksaw pickin on the strings
The girls get to cryin and they clap their hands
The love the Tennessee banjo man
Well, he picks all night and sleeps all day
Wild as a buck, he was made that way
Theres musical magic in his hands
They love the Tennessee banjo man
When the moon comes up and the sun goes down
Thats when Hacksaw comes to town
Well, they all gather round and clap their hands
They love the Tennessee banjo man