Music Makin Mama From Memp

MUSIC MAKIN' MAMA FROM MEMPHIS

Recorded by Hank Snow

Written by Clarence E. Snow

Listen to a story about a gal I know

She's my music makin' mama, I'm her hillbilly [C7] beau

She's [F] sweeter than the music when she tickles the strings

Sweeter than the flowers down in New Orleans

She's My [G] Music Makin' Mama From Memphis, Tennes-[C] see.

She'll play a little rhythm, do the Boogie up right

A Tennesssee Polka, maybe blues in the night

Ev'rybody travels from near and far

To hear her when she picks it on that old guitar

My Music Makin' Mama From Memphis, Tennessee.

You can hear her in the ev'nin' 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

Ev'rybody's callin' her the Queen of the South

She's my fiddle playin' Mama From Memphis, Tennessee.

You gotta start dancin' when she gets in the groove

Picks a big Bass fiddle or yodels the blues

Plays a down beat, off beat, any old beat

A breakdown, a hoedown and does it up neat

She's my Bass pickin' baby from Memphis, Tennessee.

You'll know when my baby is a-comin' to town

All the jive jumpin' jitter bugs would gather around

They keep yellin' to my sweetie "Now, Honey, let's go!"

My baby starts a-pickin' and a-pickin' down low

My Music Makin' Mama From Memphis, Tennessee.

REPEAT 2ND VERSE