Music Makin' Mama from Memphis

Listen to a story 'bout a girl 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
 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 makin' mama from Memphis, Tennessee
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 You can hear her in the evening when the sun sinks low
 A singin' and a pickin' on that old banjo
 You wanna jive when the words roll out of her mouth
 Everybody's callin' her the Queen of the South
 She's my fiddle playin' mama from Memphis Tennessee
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 You gotta start dancin' when she gets in the groove
 Picks the big bass fiddle or yodels the blues
 Plays the downbeat, off beat, any old beat
 A breakdown, a hoedown and does it up neat
 She's my bass pickin' baby from Memphis, Tennessee
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 You'll know when my baby is a-comin' to town
 All the jive jumpin' jitterbugs they gather around
 They keep yellin' to my queenie, "Now honey, let's go!"
 My baby starts a-pickin' and a-pickin' down low
 My music makin' mama from Memphis, Tennessee
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 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 makin' mama from Memphis, Tennessee