Music Makin’ Mama from Memphis Hank Snow

Listen to a story 'bout 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
The Tennessee polka maybe blues in the night
Everybody travels from near and far
To hear her when she picks it on that old guitar
She's my music makin' mama from Memphis Tennessee

Break (guitar)

You can hear her in the evening 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
Everybody's callin' her the Queen of the South
She's my fiddle playin' mama from Memphis Tennessee

Break (fiddle)

You gotta start dancin' when she gets in the groove
Picks the big bass fiddle or yodels the blues
Plays the 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