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