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Listen to a story about a gal I know
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She's my music makin' mama, I'm her hillbilly beau
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She's sweeter than the music when she tickles the strings
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Sweeter than the flowers down in New Orleans
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She's My Music Makin' Mama From Memphis, Tennes-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.