Music Makin' Mama From Memphis Lyrics - 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 can tell 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