Chords for Hank Snow - Music Makin' Mama From Memphis
Tempo:
107.1 bpm
Chords used:
Eb
Bb
Ab
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Eb]
Listen to a story about a gal I know, she's my music maker, my mind will help me to [Ab] pull.
She's sweeter than the music and she tickles the [Eb] strings, sweeter than the flowers down in New Orleans.
[Bb] She's my music maker mama from Memphis, [Eb] Tennessee.
She'll play a little rhythm, do the boogie out right, a Tennessee folk, a maybe blues till the [Ab] night.
Everybody travels so near and [Eb] far, you hear her when she picks it on that old [Bb] guitar.
My music maker mama from Memphis, [Eb] Tennessee.
[Ab] [Eb]
[Bb] [Eb]
You can hear her in the evening when the sun sinks low, singing and a picking on that old banjo.
[Ab] You want a jive when the words roll out of her [Eb] mouth, everybody's calling her the queen of the south.
[Bb] She's my fiddle playing mama from Memphis, [Eb] Tennessee.
[Ab]
[Bb] [Eb]
You gotta start dancing when she gets in the groove, picks the beat, bass, fiddle, or yodels the blues.
[Ab] Plays the downbeat, offbeat, and the old beat.
[Eb] A breakdown, a hold down, a does it up neat, [Bb] she's my bass picking baby from Memphis, [Eb] Tennessee.
[Ab] [Eb]
[Bb] [Eb]
You'll know when my baby is a coming to town, all the jive jumping, jitterbugs a gather [Ab] around.
They keep a yelling to my queenie, now honey let's go.
My [Eb] baby starts picking and a picking down [Bb] low, my music maker mama from Memphis, [Eb] Tennessee.
[Ab] [Eb]
[Bb]
[Eb] She'll play a little rhythm, do the boogie out right, a Tennessee folk, a maybe blues till the night.
Everybody travels so near and far, you hear her when she picks it on that [Bb] old guitar.
My music maker mama from [Eb] Memphis, Tennessee.
Listen to a story about a gal I know, she's my music maker, my mind will help me to [Ab] pull.
She's sweeter than the music and she tickles the [Eb] strings, sweeter than the flowers down in New Orleans.
[Bb] She's my music maker mama from Memphis, [Eb] Tennessee.
She'll play a little rhythm, do the boogie out right, a Tennessee folk, a maybe blues till the [Ab] night.
Everybody travels so near and [Eb] far, you hear her when she picks it on that old [Bb] guitar.
My music maker mama from Memphis, [Eb] Tennessee.
[Ab] [Eb]
[Bb] [Eb]
You can hear her in the evening when the sun sinks low, singing and a picking on that old banjo.
[Ab] You want a jive when the words roll out of her [Eb] mouth, everybody's calling her the queen of the south.
[Bb] She's my fiddle playing mama from Memphis, [Eb] Tennessee.
[Ab]
[Bb] [Eb]
You gotta start dancing when she gets in the groove, picks the beat, bass, fiddle, or yodels the blues.
[Ab] Plays the downbeat, offbeat, and the old beat.
[Eb] A breakdown, a hold down, a does it up neat, [Bb] she's my bass picking baby from Memphis, [Eb] Tennessee.
[Ab] [Eb]
[Bb] [Eb]
You'll know when my baby is a coming to town, all the jive jumping, jitterbugs a gather [Ab] around.
They keep a yelling to my queenie, now honey let's go.
My [Eb] baby starts picking and a picking down [Bb] low, my music maker mama from Memphis, [Eb] Tennessee.
[Ab] [Eb]
[Bb]
[Eb] She'll play a little rhythm, do the boogie out right, a Tennessee folk, a maybe blues till the night.
Everybody travels so near and far, you hear her when she picks it on that [Bb] old guitar.
My music maker mama from [Eb] Memphis, Tennessee.
Key:
Eb
Bb
Ab
Eb
Bb
Ab
Eb
Bb
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Eb] _
_ _ _ Listen to a story about a gal I know, she's my music maker, my mind will help me to [Ab] pull.
She's sweeter than the music and she tickles the [Eb] strings, sweeter than the flowers down in New Orleans.
[Bb] She's my music maker mama from Memphis, [Eb] Tennessee.
_ _ She'll play a little rhythm, do the boogie out right, a Tennessee folk, a maybe blues till the [Ab] night.
Everybody travels so near and [Eb] far, you hear her when she picks it on that old [Bb] guitar.
My music maker mama from Memphis, [Eb] Tennessee.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Ab] _ _ _ _ [Eb] _
_ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _ [Eb] _
_ _ You can hear her in the evening when the sun sinks low, singing and a picking on that old banjo.
[Ab] You want a jive when the words roll out of her [Eb] mouth, everybody's calling her the queen of the south.
[Bb] She's my fiddle playing mama from Memphis, [Eb] Tennessee.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Ab] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _ [Eb] _
_ _ You gotta start dancing when she gets in the groove, picks the beat, bass, fiddle, or yodels the blues.
[Ab] Plays the downbeat, offbeat, and the old beat.
[Eb] A breakdown, a hold down, a does it up neat, [Bb] she's my bass picking baby from Memphis, [Eb] Tennessee.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Ab] _ _ _ _ [Eb] _
_ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _ _ [Eb] _
_ _ You'll know when my baby is a coming to town, all the jive jumping, jitterbugs a gather [Ab] around.
They keep a yelling to my queenie, now honey let's go.
My [Eb] baby starts picking and a picking down [Bb] low, my music maker mama from Memphis, [Eb] Tennessee.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Ab] _ _ _ _ [Eb] _
_ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _ _
[Eb] _ _ _ She'll play a little rhythm, do the boogie out right, a Tennessee folk, a maybe blues till the night.
Everybody travels so near and far, you hear her when she picks it on that [Bb] old guitar.
My music maker mama from [Eb] Memphis, Tennessee. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Listen to a story about a gal I know, she's my music maker, my mind will help me to [Ab] pull.
She's sweeter than the music and she tickles the [Eb] strings, sweeter than the flowers down in New Orleans.
[Bb] She's my music maker mama from Memphis, [Eb] Tennessee.
_ _ She'll play a little rhythm, do the boogie out right, a Tennessee folk, a maybe blues till the [Ab] night.
Everybody travels so near and [Eb] far, you hear her when she picks it on that old [Bb] guitar.
My music maker mama from Memphis, [Eb] Tennessee.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Ab] _ _ _ _ [Eb] _
_ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _ [Eb] _
_ _ You can hear her in the evening when the sun sinks low, singing and a picking on that old banjo.
[Ab] You want a jive when the words roll out of her [Eb] mouth, everybody's calling her the queen of the south.
[Bb] She's my fiddle playing mama from Memphis, [Eb] Tennessee.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Ab] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _ [Eb] _
_ _ You gotta start dancing when she gets in the groove, picks the beat, bass, fiddle, or yodels the blues.
[Ab] Plays the downbeat, offbeat, and the old beat.
[Eb] A breakdown, a hold down, a does it up neat, [Bb] she's my bass picking baby from Memphis, [Eb] Tennessee.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Ab] _ _ _ _ [Eb] _
_ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _ _ [Eb] _
_ _ You'll know when my baby is a coming to town, all the jive jumping, jitterbugs a gather [Ab] around.
They keep a yelling to my queenie, now honey let's go.
My [Eb] baby starts picking and a picking down [Bb] low, my music maker mama from Memphis, [Eb] Tennessee.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Ab] _ _ _ _ [Eb] _
_ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _ _
[Eb] _ _ _ She'll play a little rhythm, do the boogie out right, a Tennessee folk, a maybe blues till the night.
Everybody travels so near and far, you hear her when she picks it on that [Bb] old guitar.
My music maker mama from [Eb] Memphis, Tennessee. _ _ _ _ _ _ _