Verse 1Way Down In Southern West Virginia Lived A Girl They Called ImogeneHer Old Man Died, And Left Her All His Money, He Was A Coal Field KingNow Imogene Told Me If You'll Be My Husband I'll Dress You In Patent Leather ShoesWell Hello Good Times, So Long Rambling, Goodbye Down And Out Blues!ChorusNow Mama She Told Me Don't Marry For Money She May Act Just Like A QueenShe May Be Rich But There's Always A Hitch She Can Talk Sweet And Still Be MeanNow Buddy I Know Don't You Marry For Dough I Remembеr When I Didn't Have AnyI'm Telling You Son If You Marry For Mon, You'rе Gonna Earn Every Penny! Oh Sonsome instrumental thing ill half ass this part laterVerse 2Now Imogene She Never Took Her Hair Down She Just Loafed Around All Day Dressed In Her SlipI Couldn't Drink Beer Or Smoke My Cigars She Was So Good At Cracking That WhipNow Old Imogene Half Indian And Half Bulldog And I'm Just A Coyote Howlin'Cause She's Either On The Warpath Or Sittin' Round The House Stretched On Her Tail End A Growlin'ChorusNow Breakfast In Bed Ain't So Bad For Your Head If You're Layin' There Enjoyin' The SnackBut It Ain't So Much Fun If You're The One Carryin' While She's Propped Up In The SackNow Buddy I Know Don't You Marry For Dough You'd Be Better Off With Holes In Your ShoesWell I'm Gonna Run Bein' Rich Ain't No Fun Hey Judge Won't You Gimme Back,Judge Won't You Gimme, Hey Hey Judge Won't You Gimme Back My BluesWell I'm Gonna Run Bein' Rich Ain't No Fun Hey Judge Won't You Gimme Back My Blues!
