作曲：Billy Edd Wheeler

Way down in southern West Virginia lived

a girl they called Imogene

Her old man died and left her his

money he was a coal field king

Now Imogene told me if you'll be my husband

I'll dress you in patent leather shoes

Well hello good times so long rambling

goodbye down and out blues

Now mama she told me don't marry for money

she may act just like a queen

She may be rich but there's always a hitch she

can talk sweet and still be mean

Now buddy I know don't you marry for dough

I remember when I didn't have any

I'm telling you son if you marry for mon

you're gonna earn every penny

Oh son

Now Imogene she never took her hair down she

just loafed around all day dressed in her slip

I couldn't drink beer or smoke my cigars

she was so good at cracking that whip

Now 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'

Now breakfast in bed ain't so bad for your

head if you're layin' there enjoyin' the snack

But it ain't so much fun if you're the one

carryin' while she's propped up in the sack

Now buddy I know don't you marry for dough

you'd be better off with holes in your shoes

Well 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 blues

Well I'm gonna run bein' rich ain't no fun hey

judge won't you gimme back my blues