Music Makin' Mama From Memphis

Listen to a story 'bout a gal I know She's my music makin' mama I'm her hillbilly boy 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 The Tennessee polka maybe blues in the night Everybody travels from near and far To hear her when she swings it on her old guitar My music makin' mama from Memphis Tennessee You can hear her in the evening when the sun sinks low A singin' and a pickin' on her old banjo You gotta jive when the words roll out of her mouth Everybody's callin' her the queen of the south She's my piano playin' mama from Memphis Tennessee You gotta start dancin' when she gets in the groove Plays the big ba*s fiddle or she'll yodel the blues She plays a down beat an off beat any old beat A breakdown a hoedown and does it up neat She's my ba*s pickin' baby from Memphis Tennessee You can tell when my baby is a comin' to town All the jive jumpin' jitterbugs they gather around They keep yellin' to my honey now queenie let's go My baby starts a pickin' and a pickin' down low My music makin' mama from Memphis Tennessee She'll play a little rhythm do the boogie up right The Tennessee polka maybe blues in the night Everybody travels from near and far To hear her when she swings it on her old guitar She's my music makin' mama from Memphis Tennessee