#----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------# # Date: 9/23/96; 7:22:58 PM From: [email protected] (Gene L. Graham) Subject: MUSIC MAKIN' MAMA FROM MEMPHIS MUSIC MAKIN' MAMA FROM MEMPHIS Recorded by Hank Snow Written by Clarence E. Snow [C] 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 [C] 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
