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 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 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 break 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 a pickin and a pickin down low my music makin mama from memphis tennessee break 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 my music makin mama from memphis tennessee