Charles Braswell - Mame lyrics

[COMPANY] You coax the blues right out of the horn, Mame You charm the husk right off of the corn, Mame You've got the banjos strumming And plunking out a tune to beat the band The whole plantation's humming Since you brought Dixie back to Dixieland You make the cotton easy to pick, Mame You give my old mint julep a kick, Mame Whoever thought a Yankee would Put our little Dixie belles to shame? You've made us feel alive again You've given us the drive again To make the South revive again, Mame [BEAUREGARD BURNSIDE] You've brought the cakewalk back into style, Mame You make the weeping willow tree smile, Mame Your skin is Dixie satin There's rebel in your manner and your speech You may be from Manhattan But Georgia never had a sweeter peach [COMPANY] You make the old magnolia tree bud, Mame You make camellias bloom in the mud, Mame You make the bougainvillea turn purple At the mention of your name We're baking pecan pies again Tonight the chicken fries again This time the South will rise again (spoken) Well, shut my mouth and freeze my face You've brought some elegance to the place There's sowbelly, hominy, catfish and tripe, Mame Well, shut my mouth and damn my eyes You've made the price of tobacco rise The old watermelon is suddenly ripe, Mame And down on the levee A beautiful bevy Of crinoline ladies has flocked The way that they're squealing They give me the feeling The Robert E. Lee must have docked The strumming and ringing The humming and singing Is starting to get out of hand (sung) Since you brought Dixie back to Dixieland You make our black-eyed peas and our grits, Mame Seem like the bill of fare at the Ritz, Mame You came, you saw, you conquered And absolutely nothing is the same Your special fascination'll Prove to be inspirational We think you're just sensational, Mame [Instrumental Break] [COMPANY] Since you brought Dixie back to Dixieland You coax the blues right out of the horn, Mame You charm the husk right off of the corn, Mame You've got that banjos strumming And plunking out a tune to beat the band The whole plantation's humming Since you brought Dixie back to Dixieland You make the cotton easy to pick, Mame You give my old mint julep a kick, Mame Whoever thought a Yankee would put Our little Dixie belles to shame You've made us feel alive again You've given us the drive again To make the South revive again, Mame! Mame! Mame! Mame! Mame!