Chords for Jerry Reed - Gimme Back My Blues (Live 1982)

[G] _ [A] [E] and the down-to-earth funk of picker, writer, [G] movie actor [A] Jerry Reed.
[C] Dead down in southern West Virginia
[G] _ lived a [C] girl they [G] called Emma Jean.
_ Now her old man died, left all his money.
[F] He [G] was a coal [C]-field king.
_ Now Emma Jean told me,
if you'll be my husband,
I'll dress you in patent [Fm] leather [A] shoes.
_ _ Welcome, oh, good [C] times.
[A] So long, round [D] then.
Goodbye, down in [C] our boobs.
Now, mama, she told [Em] me,
don't marry for money.
She [Am] may act just like a queen.
[Gm] _ Well, she may be rich,
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but there's always a hitch.
She [F] can't talk [C] sweet, or still be me.
_ Well, now, look, _ _ don't you marry for dope.
I remember [Gm] when I didn't [F] have any.
_ And I'm telling you, son,
[C] if [G] you'll marry [D] for money,
you're gonna [C] earn every penny. _ _ _ _ _ _
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Now, listen, Emma Jean,
she never took her hair down.
_ She just loafed around all day,
dressed [G] up in her slip.
_ I couldn't drink beer,
or smoke my cigar.
[Dm] She was all [G] good at cracking [C] that whip.
_ Well, now, Emma Jean's half Indian
and half bulldog.
And [G] I'm [D] just a [F] coyote howling.
Well, of course, you see them on the wall [Em] pat,
sitting [A] round the house,
[D] stretched [G] out on her tail,
[C] the underground, and me.
Breakfast in bed ain't so bad when you're married.
You'll have that real joy and a [Gm]
snack.
But it ain't so [G] much fun
if you're the one carrying
[Cm] while she's dropped her up in the [Gm] sack.
_ [A] [C] Well, now, buddy, I know,
don't you marry for a rope.
You'd be better off with holes in your [A] shoes.
_ [F] When I'm gonna run,
[C] get rich [A] and go far.
[D] Hey, judge, won't you give me back,
judge, won't [G] you give me,
hey, [D] judge, won't [G] you give me [C] back my blues.
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_ _ [Cm] _ _ _ When [F] I'm gonna run,
[C] get rich and go [A] far.
[Bm] Hey, judge, won't you [G] give me [C] back my blues. _ _
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