Gimme back my blues chords and lyrics - JERRY REED

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[Verse 1]
[C]Way down in southern West Virginia
Lived a girl they called Imogen[G]e
Now old man died
Left for all his money
[F]He was a [G]coal field king
[C]Now Imogene told me
You'll be my husband
I'll dress you in padded leather [F]shoes
Well, hello, good times
[C]So long, [A]Ramlet
Good[D]bye [C]down and out blues
[G]Now [C]mama she told me
Don't marry for money
She may act just like a [G]queen
She may be rich
But there's always a hitch
She can [F]talk sweet and [G]still [C]be mean
Now buddy I know
Don't you marry for dough
I remember when I didn't have [F]any
I'm telling you son
If [C]you marry my [A]man,
[D]you're gonna [G]burn [C]in hell,
[G]son[F][G]
[C]
[F][C][Am][C][D][G]
[Bb][C]
Now, Emma Jean,
she never took her hair down
She just loafed around all day
dressed in her slip
[G]Now, I couldn't drink beer
or smoke my cigars
She was [F]so good [G]at crackin' that whip
[C]Now, old Emma Jean's
half Indian and half
And I'm just a coyote howl[F]in'
Cause she's either on the warpath
[C]Or sittin' round the house
[Am]Stre[D]tched out on her tail[G]
in [C]the growlin'[Am]
Now [C]breakfast in bed
ain't so bad for your head
If you're layin' there enjoyin' the [G]slack
But it ain't so much fun if
you're the one carryin'
While [F]she's propped [G]up [C]in the sack
Now, buddy, I know,
don't you marry for dough
You'd be better off with
holes in your [F]shoes
Well, I'm gonna run,
being [C]rich ain't no [Am]fun
[A]Hey, [D]just won't you give me back[G],
[D]just won't you [G]give me
[D]Hey, hey, just won't you [G]give
me back my [C]blues[F]
I'm gonna run, being [C]rich ain't no [Am]fun
[C]Hey [D]judge, won't you [G]give me back my [C]blues?