Music Makin' Mama From Memphis Lyrics

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 guita rMy 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)