Music Makin' Mama From Memphis

Listen to a story 'bout a gal I know
She's my music making 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 making 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 picks it on that old guitar
She's my music making mama from Memphis Tennessee

You can hear her in the evening when the sun sinks low
A singing and a picking on that old banjo
You wanna jive when the words roll out of her mouth
Everybody's calling her the Queen of the South
She's my fiddle playing mama from Memphis Tennessee

You gotta start dancing when she gets in the groove
Picks the big bass fiddle or yodels the blues
Plays the down beat, off beat, any old beat
A breakdown, a hoedown and does it up neat
She's my bass picking baby from Memphis Tennessee

You'll know when my baby is a coming to town
All the jive jumping jitterbugs they gather around
They keep yelling to my queenie now honey let's go
My baby starts a picking and a picking down low
My music making 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 picks it on that old guitar
My music making mama from Memphis Tennessee