Gimme Back My Blues

[Verso 1] C C G Way down in southern West Virginia lived a girl they called Imogene F G C Her old man died, and left her all his money, he was a coal field king F Now Imogene told me if you'll be my husband I'll dress you in patent leather shoes C A7 D G C Well hello good times, so long rambling, goodbye down and out blues! [Refrão] C G Now mama she told me don't marry for money she may act just like a queen F G C She may be rich but there's always a hitch she can talk sweet and still be mean F Now buddy I know don't you marry for dough I remembr when I didn't have any C A7 F G I'm telling you son if you marry for mon, you'r gonna earn every penny! oh son {some Instrumental thing ill half ass this part later} [Verso 2] C G Now Imogene she never took her hair down she just loafed around all day dressed in her slip F G C I couldn't drink beer or smoke my cigars she was so good at cracking that whip F Now old Imogene half Indian and half bulldog and I'm just a coyote howlin' A7 D G C Cause she's either on the warpath or sittin' round the house stretched on her tail end a growlin' [Refrão] C G Now breakfast in bed ain't so bad for your head if you're layin' there enjoyin' the snack F G C But it ain't so much fun if you're the one carryin' while she's propped up in the sack F Now buddy I know don't you marry for dough you'd be better off with holes in your shoes C A7 F G Well I'm gonna run bein' rich ain't no fun hey judge won't you gimme back, F G F G C Judge won't you gimme, hey hey judge won't you gimme back my blues F C A7 F G C Well I'm gonna run bein' rich ain't no fun hey judge won't you gimme back my blues!