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  • Listen to a story about 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
  • A Tennessee polka, maybe blues in the night
  • Ever'body 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 wanta jive when the words roll out of her mouth
  • Ever'body'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 downbeat, offbeat, 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' jitterbugs, they gather around
  • They keep a-yellin' to my queenie, now, honey, let's go
  • My baby starts pickin' and a pickin' down low
  • My music makin' mama from Memphis, Tennessee
  • (Repeat 2nd verse)

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