You coax the blues right out of the horn, Mame, You charm the husk right off of the corn, Mame, You've got the banjoes strummin' and plunkin' out a tune to beat the band, The whole plantation's hummin' since you brought Dixie back to Dixieland.
You make the cotton easy to pick, Mame. You gave my old mint julep a kick, Mame. Who ever thought a Yankee would put a little Dixie mouse to shame. You've made us feel alive again, you've given us the drive again, To make the South revive again, Mame.
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You make the old magnolia tree, blossom at the mention of your name. .... .... ....
You make our black-eyed peas and our grits Mame Seem like the Sill of Fare at the Ritz, Mame. You came, you saw, you conquered and absolutely nothing is the same. Your special fascinational, prove to be inspirational, Your special fascinational, prove to be inspirational, We think you're just sensational Mame.