Текст песни Hank Snow - Music Makin` Mama From Memphis
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Listen to a story about a gal I knowShe`s my music makin` mama, I`m her hillbilly beauShe`s sweeter than the music when she tickles the stringsSweeter than the flowers down in New OrleansShe`s my music makin` mama from Memphis, TennesseeShe`ll play a little rhythm, do the boogie up rightA Tennessee polka, maybe blues in the nightEver`body travels from near and farTo hear her when she picks it on that old guitarMy music makin` mama from Memphis, TennesseeYou can hear her in the ev`nin`, when the sun sinks lowA-singin` and a-pickin on that old banjoYou wanta jive when the words roll out of her mouthEver`body`s callin` her the Queen of the SouthShe`s my fiddle playin` mama from Memphis, TennesseeYou gotta start dancin` when she gets in the groovePicks a big bass fiddle or yodels the bluesPlays a downbeat, offbeat, any old beatA breakdown, a hoedown and does it up neatShe`s my bass pickin` baby from Memphis, TennesseeYou`ll know when my baby is a-comin` to townAll the jive-jumpin` jitterbugs, they gather aroundThey keep a-yellin` to my queenie, now, honey, let`s goMy baby starts pickin` and a pickin` down lowMy music makin` mama from Memphis, Tennessee(Repeat 2nd verse)