Music Makin` Mama From Memphis — текст песни (Hank Snow)

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)