Chords for Hank Snow - Music Makin' Mama From Memphis - LSP2285
Tempo:
87.4 bpm
Chords used:
D
G
A
B
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[D]
Listen to a story about a gal I know, she's my music-making mama, I'm her hillbilly beau.
[G] She's sweeter than the music when she tickles the strings, [D] sweeter than the flowers down in New Orleans.
[A] She's my music-making mama from Memphis, [D] Tennessee.
She'll play a little rhythm, do the boogie-hop, ride a Tennessee polka, maybe blues in the [G] night.
Everybody travels from near and far [D] to hear her when she swings it on that old guitar.
[A] She's my music-making mama from Memphis, [D] Tennessee.
[G] [D]
[B] [D]
You gotta start dancing when she gets in the groove, plays the beat, bass, fiddle, or she'll yodel the blues.
She [G] plays a downbeat, an offbeat, any old beat, [D] a breakdown, a hold-down, and does it up neat.
[A] She's my bass-picking baby from Memphis, [D] Tennessee.
You can hear her in the evening when the sun sinks low, singing and a-picking on her old banjo.
You [G] gotta jive when the words roll out of her mouth, [D] everybody's calling her the queen of the south.
She's [A] my piano-playing mama from Memphis, [D] Tennessee.
[G] [D]
[A] [D]
She'll play a little rhythm, do the boogie-hop, ride a Tennessee polka, maybe blues in the night.
[G] Everybody travels from near and far to hear her when she swings it on that old guitar.
[A] She's my music-making mama from Memphis, [D]
Tennessee.
You can tell when my baby is a-coming to town, all the jive-jumping jitterbugs, they gather around.
[G] They keep a-yellin' to my honey, now, Queenie, let's [D] go.
My baby starts pickin' and a-pickin' down low.
My [A] music-making mama from Memphis, [D] Tennessee.
Listen to a story about a gal I know, she's my music-making mama, I'm her hillbilly beau.
[G] She's sweeter than the music when she tickles the strings, [D] sweeter than the flowers down in New Orleans.
[A] She's my music-making mama from Memphis, [D] Tennessee.
She'll play a little rhythm, do the boogie-hop, ride a Tennessee polka, maybe blues in the [G] night.
Everybody travels from near and far [D] to hear her when she swings it on that old guitar.
[A] She's my music-making mama from Memphis, [D] Tennessee.
[G] [D]
[B] [D]
You gotta start dancing when she gets in the groove, plays the beat, bass, fiddle, or she'll yodel the blues.
She [G] plays a downbeat, an offbeat, any old beat, [D] a breakdown, a hold-down, and does it up neat.
[A] She's my bass-picking baby from Memphis, [D] Tennessee.
You can hear her in the evening when the sun sinks low, singing and a-picking on her old banjo.
You [G] gotta jive when the words roll out of her mouth, [D] everybody's calling her the queen of the south.
She's [A] my piano-playing mama from Memphis, [D] Tennessee.
[G] [D]
[A] [D]
She'll play a little rhythm, do the boogie-hop, ride a Tennessee polka, maybe blues in the night.
[G] Everybody travels from near and far to hear her when she swings it on that old guitar.
[A] She's my music-making mama from Memphis, [D]
Tennessee.
You can tell when my baby is a-coming to town, all the jive-jumping jitterbugs, they gather around.
[G] They keep a-yellin' to my honey, now, Queenie, let's [D] go.
My baby starts pickin' and a-pickin' down low.
My [A] music-making mama from Memphis, [D] Tennessee.
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A
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_ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _
Listen to a story about a gal I know, she's my music-making mama, I'm her hillbilly beau.
[G] She's sweeter than the music when she tickles the strings, [D] sweeter than the flowers down in New Orleans.
[A] She's my music-making mama from Memphis, [D] Tennessee. _ _
She'll play a little rhythm, do the boogie-hop, ride a Tennessee polka, maybe blues in the [G] night.
Everybody travels from near and far [D] to hear her when she swings it on that old guitar.
[A] She's my music-making mama from Memphis, [D] Tennessee. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [G] _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _
_ [B] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _
You gotta start dancing when she gets in the groove, plays the beat, bass, fiddle, or she'll yodel the blues.
She [G] plays a downbeat, an offbeat, any old beat, [D] a breakdown, a hold-down, and does it up neat.
[A] She's my bass-picking baby from Memphis, [D] Tennessee. _ _
You can hear her in the evening when the sun sinks low, singing and a-picking on her old banjo.
You [G] gotta jive when the words roll out of her mouth, [D] everybody's calling her the queen of the south.
She's [A] my piano-playing mama from Memphis, [D] Tennessee. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [G] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ _ _ She'll play a little rhythm, do the boogie-hop, ride a Tennessee polka, maybe blues in the night.
[G] Everybody travels from near and far to hear her when she swings it on that old guitar.
[A] She's my music-making mama from Memphis, [D] _ _
Tennessee.
You can tell when my baby is a-coming to town, all the jive-jumping jitterbugs, they gather around.
[G] They keep a-yellin' to my honey, now, Queenie, let's [D] go.
My baby starts pickin' and a-pickin' down low.
My [A] music-making mama from Memphis, [D] Tennessee. _ _
Listen to a story about a gal I know, she's my music-making mama, I'm her hillbilly beau.
[G] She's sweeter than the music when she tickles the strings, [D] sweeter than the flowers down in New Orleans.
[A] She's my music-making mama from Memphis, [D] Tennessee. _ _
She'll play a little rhythm, do the boogie-hop, ride a Tennessee polka, maybe blues in the [G] night.
Everybody travels from near and far [D] to hear her when she swings it on that old guitar.
[A] She's my music-making mama from Memphis, [D] Tennessee. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [G] _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _
_ [B] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _
You gotta start dancing when she gets in the groove, plays the beat, bass, fiddle, or she'll yodel the blues.
She [G] plays a downbeat, an offbeat, any old beat, [D] a breakdown, a hold-down, and does it up neat.
[A] She's my bass-picking baby from Memphis, [D] Tennessee. _ _
You can hear her in the evening when the sun sinks low, singing and a-picking on her old banjo.
You [G] gotta jive when the words roll out of her mouth, [D] everybody's calling her the queen of the south.
She's [A] my piano-playing mama from Memphis, [D] Tennessee. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [G] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ _ _ She'll play a little rhythm, do the boogie-hop, ride a Tennessee polka, maybe blues in the night.
[G] Everybody travels from near and far to hear her when she swings it on that old guitar.
[A] She's my music-making mama from Memphis, [D] _ _
Tennessee.
You can tell when my baby is a-coming to town, all the jive-jumping jitterbugs, they gather around.
[G] They keep a-yellin' to my honey, now, Queenie, let's [D] go.
My baby starts pickin' and a-pickin' down low.
My [A] music-making mama from Memphis, [D] Tennessee. _ _