Hip Shakin Mama

Bb Bb Well I'm goin up on the mountain. To face the rising sun. Bb And if I find something good I'm gonna bring my good man some. Eb Bb Cause I'm a hip shakin' mama. And I love the Georgia Brown so slow. Yes I do. F Eb Well it used to be yours. But now it won't be yours Bb Eb Bb F anymore. Anymore. Anymore. Bb Bb It takes a rockin' chair to rock. A rubber ball to bounce. Bb F A short fat daddy to satisfy my soul. Eb Bb Cause I'm a hip shakin' mama. And I love the Georgia Brown so slow. Yes I do. F Eb Well it used to be yours. But now it won't be yours Bb Eb Bb F anymore. Anymore. Anymore. Bb Bb You know my man has got something. Ah he keeps it hid. Bb F But I've got something I can find him with. Eb Bb Cause I'm a hip shakin' mama. And I love the Georgia Brown so slow. Yes I do. F Eb Well it used to be yours. But now it won't be yours Bb Eb Bb F anymore. Anymore. Anymore. Solos Bb Bb It takes a rockin' chair to rock. A rubber ball to bounce. Bb F A tall slim daddy to get it every hour. Eb Bb Cause I'm a hip shakin' mama. And I love the Georgia Brown so slow. Yes I do. F Eb Well it used to be yours. But now it won't be yours Bb Eb Bb F anymore. Anymore. Anymore. Bb Bb I put my right leg on his shoulder. My left foot on the floor. Bb F If he don't get any part of me don't need never come back no more. Eb Bb Cause I'm a hip shakin' mama. And I love the Georgia Brown so slow. Yes I do. F Eb Well it used to be yours. But now it won't be yours Bb Eb Bb F anymore. Anymore. Anymore.