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Versuri Music making mama from memphis
- Hank Snow

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tist Lyrics: Hank Snow
Lyrics for Song: Music Makin' Mama From Memphis
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Listen to a story about a gal I know.

She's my music makin' mama, I'm her hillbilly beau.

She's sweeter than the music when she tickles the strings.

Sweeter than the flowers down in New Orleans.

She's my music makin' mama from Memphis, Tennessee.

She'll play a little rhythm, do the boogie up right.

A Tennessee polka, maybe blues in the night.

Ever'body travels from near and far.

To hear her when she picks it on that old guitar.

My music makin' mama from Memphis, Tennessee.

You can hear her in the ev'nin', when the sun sinks low.

A-singin' and a-pickin on that old banjo.

You wanta jive when the words roll out of her mouth.

Ever'body's callin' her the Queen of the South.

She's my fiddle playin' mama from Memphis, Tennessee.

You gotta start dancin' when she gets in the groove.

Picks a big bass fiddle or yodels the blues.

Plays a downbeat, offbeat, any old beat.

A breakdown, a hoedown and does it up neat.

She's my bass pickin' baby from Memphis, Tennessee.

You'll know when my baby is a-comin' to town.

All the jive-jumpin' jitterbugs, they gather around.

They keep a-yellin' to my queenie, now, honey, let's go.

My baby starts pickin' and a pickin' down low.

My music makin' mama from Memphis, Tennessee.

(Repeat 2nd verse)