Lyrics:

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
A Tennessee polka, maybe blues in the night
Everybody 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 evenin' when the sun sinks low
A-singin' and a-pickin' on that old banjo
You wanna jive when the words roll outta her mouth
Everybody'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 the big bass fiddle or yodels the blues
Plays the 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 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


She'll play a little rhythm, do the boogie up right
A Tennessee polka, maybe blues in the night
Everybody travels from near and far
To hear her when she picks it on that old guitar

My music makin' mama from Memphis, Tennessee