Hip Shakin Mama

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Well I'm goin up on the mountain.  
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   To face the rising sun.
And if I find something good I'm 
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gonna bring my good man some.

[Chorus]
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Cause I'm a hip shakin' mama. And I
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 love the Georgia Brown so slow.  
Yes I do.
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Well it used to be yours.  But now 
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it won't be yours
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anymore.  Anymore.  Anymore.
   F


[Verse 2]
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It takes a rockin' chair to rock. A
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 rubber ball to bounce.
     Bb                        
A short fat daddy to satisfy my 
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soul.

[Chorus]
             Eb                    
Cause I'm a hip shakin' mama. And I
                         Bb
 love the Georgia Brown so slow.  
Yes I do.
          F                        
Well it used to be yours.  But now 
Eb
it won't be yours
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anymore.  Anymore.  Anymore.
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[Verse 3]
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You know my man has got something. 
                 Bb
Ah he keeps it hid.
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But I've got something I can find 
him with.

[Chorus]
             Eb                    
Cause I'm a hip shakin' mama. And I
                         Bb
 love the Georgia Brown so slow.  
Yes I do.
          F                        
Well it used to be yours.  But now 
Eb
it won't be yours
    Bb         Eb         Bb     
anymore.  Anymore.  Anymore.
   F


Solos

[Verse 3]
                               Bb  
It takes a rockin' chair to rock. A
                    Bb
 rubber ball to bounce.
     Bb                          
A tall slim daddy to get it every 
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hour.

[Chorus]
             Eb                    
Cause I'm a hip shakin' mama. And I
                         Bb
 love the Georgia Brown so slow.  
Yes I do.
          F                        
Well it used to be yours.  But now 
Eb
it won't be yours
    Bb         Eb         Bb     
anymore.  Anymore.  Anymore.
   F


[Verse 5]
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I put my right leg on his shoulder.
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 My left foot on the floor.
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If he don't get any part of me 
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don't need never come back no more.


[Chorus]
             Eb                    
Cause I'm a hip shakin' mama. And I
                         Bb
 love the Georgia Brown so slow.  
Yes I do.
          F                        
Well it used to be yours.  But now 
Eb
it won't be yours
    Bb         Eb         Bb     
anymore.  Anymore.  Anymore.
   F