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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
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