Mama Plays the Piano

Mama plays the piano And I sing melody She’ll figure it out, just give her time No matter what the song may be. You can watch her fingers go up and down, Go up and down the keyboard She doesn’t play by note but by ear Her talent’s clearly given by the Lord. I may never warm the ivory like mama does But I sure like to hear her play Slow songs or fast ones, it doesn’t matter I could listen to her all day. Yes mama plays the piano, Ad she sings harmony She can make that instrument grow legs and walk While I sing melody.