Music Makin' Mama from Memphis - Hank Snow

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 bass 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 bass pickin' baby

From Memphis Tennessee

You know

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