Hank Snow - Music Makin' Mama From Memphis lyrics

Listen to a story 'bout a gal 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 She's my music makin' mama from Memphis Tennessee Break (guitar) 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 Break (fiddle) You gotta start dancin' when she gets in the groove Picks the big ba** 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 ba** pickin' baby from Memphis Tennessee Break (ba**) 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 Break (guitar) 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