Mame: Mame

You coax the blues right out of the horn, Mame,
 You charm the husk right off of the corn, Mame,
 You've got the banjoes strummin'
 And plunkin' out a tune to beat the band,
 The whole plantation's hummin'
 Since you brought Dixie back to Dixie land.
 You make the cotton easy to pick, Mame,
 You give my old mint julep a kick, Mame,
 Who ever thought a Yankee would put
 A little Dixie mouse to shame.
 You've made us feel alive again,
 You've given us the drive again,
 To make the South revive again, Mame.
 You've brought the cake-walk back into style, Mame
 You make the weepin' willow tree smile, Mame,
 Your skin is Dixie satin,
 There's rebel in your manner and your speech,
 You may be from Manhattan,
 But Georgia never had a sweeter peach.
 You make the old magnolia tree bud, Mame
 You make amelias bloom in the mud, Mame
 You make the bouganville you turn purple
 At the mention of your name
 We're baking pecan pies again
 To make the chicken pies again
 This time the South will rise again, Mame
 We'll shout my mouth and freeze my face
 You've brought some elegance to the place
 There's southerly harmony, catfish and tripe, Mame
 We'll shut my mouth and damn my eyes
 You've made the price of tobacco rise
 The old watermelon is suddenly ripe, Mame
 And down on the levee a beautiful bevy
 of crinoline ladies has flocked
 The way that they're squealin' gives me the feelin'
 The Robert E Lee has been docked
 The strummin' and ringin', the hummin' and singin'
 is startin' to get out of hand
 Since you brought Dixie back to Dixieland
 You make our black-eyed peas and our grits, Mame,
 Seem like the bill of fare at the Ritz, Mame,
 You came, you saw, you conquered
 And absolutely nothing is the same.
 You're special fascination'll prove to be inspirational,
 We think you're just sensational, Mame.
 Since you brought Dixie back to Dixie land.
 You coax the blues right out of the horn, Mame,
 You charm the husk right off of the corn, Mame,
 You've got the banjoes strummin'
 And plunkin' out a tune to beat the band,
 The whole plantation's hummin'
 Since you brought Dixie back to Dixie land.
 You make the cotton easy to pick, Mame,
 You give my old mint julep a kick, Mame,
 Who ever thought a Yankee would put
 A little Dixie belle to shame.
 You've made us feel alive again,
 You've given us the drive again,
 To make the South revive again, Mame.
 Mame! Mame! Mame! Mame!