| She’ll play a little rhythm do the boogie up right
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| The Tennessee polka maybe blues in the night
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| Everybody travels from near and far
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| To hear her when she picks it on that old guitar
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| She’s my music makin' mama from Memphis Tennessee
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| Break (guitar)
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| You can hear her in the evening when the sun sinks low
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| A singin' and a pickin' 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 callin' her the Queen of the South
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| She’s my fiddle playin' mama from Memphis Tennessee
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| Break (fiddle)
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| You gotta start dancin' 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 down beat, off beat, any old beat
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| A breakdown, a hoedown and does it up neat
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| She’s my bass pickin' baby from Memphis Tennessee
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| Break (bass)
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| You’ll know when my baby is a comin' to town
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| All the jive jumpin' jitterbugs they gather around
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| They keep yellin' to my queenie now honey let’s go
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| My baby starts a pickin' and a pickin' down low
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| My music makin' mama from Memphis Tennessee
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| Break (guitar)
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| She’ll play a little rhythm do the boogie up right
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| The Tennessee polka maybe blues in the night
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| Everybody travels from near and far
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| To hear her when she picks it on that old guitar
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| My music makin' mama from Memphis Tennessee |