Music Makin Mama From Memphis

Intro
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Verse 1
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Listen to a story 'bout a gal I know
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She's my music-making mama, I'm a 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-making mama from Memphis, Tennessee

Verse 2
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She'll play a little rhythm, do the boogie upright
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A Tennessee polka, maybe blues in the night
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Everybody travels from near and far
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To hear when she picks it on that old guitar
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My music-making mama from Memphis, Tennessee

Guitar Solo
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Verse 3
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You can hear her in the evening when the sun sinks low
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Singing and a-picking on that old banjo
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You wanna jive when the words roll out of her mouth
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Everybody's calling her the Queen of the South
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She's my fiddle-playing mama from Memphis, Tennessee

Fiddle Solo
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Verse 4
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You gotta start dancing when she gets in the groove
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Picks the big bass, fiddle or yodels the blues
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Plays the downbeat, offbeat, any old beat
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A breakdown, a hoedown and does it up neat
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She's my bass-picking baby from Memphis, Tennessee

Bass Solo
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Verse 5
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You'll know when my baby is a-coming to town
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All the jive-jumping jitterbugs, they gather around
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They keep yelling to my queen, "Now, honey, let's go"
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My baby starts picking and a-picking down low
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My music-making mama from Memphis, Tennessee

Guitar Solo
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Verse 6
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She'll play a little rhythm, do the boogie upright
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A Tennessee polka, maybe blues in the night
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Everybody travels from near and far
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To hear when she picks on that old guitar
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My music-making mama from Memphis, Tennessee