Тональность: C major
Verse 1
Now old man died
Left for all his money
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G
He was a coal field king
You'll be my husband
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I'll dress you in padded leather shoes
Well, hello, good times
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A
So long, Ramlet
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C
Goodbye down and out blues
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C
Now mama she told me
Don't marry for money
She may be rich
But there's always a hitch
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G
C
She can talk sweet and still be mean
Now buddy I know
Don't you marry for dough
I'm telling you son
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A
If you marry my man,
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C
you're gonna burn in hell,
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G
son
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Am
C
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G
Bb
C
Now, Emma Jean,
she never took her hair down
She just loafed around all day
dressed in her slip
or smoke my cigars
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G
She was so good at crackin' that whip
half Indian and half
Cause she's either on the warpath
Am
D
G
Stretched out on her tail
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Am
in the growlin'
ain't so bad for your head
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If you're layin' there enjoyin' the slack
But it ain't so much fun if
you're the one carryin'
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C
While she's propped up in the sack
Now, buddy, I know,
don't you marry for dough
You'd be better off with
Well, I'm gonna run,
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Am
being rich ain't no fun
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G
Hey, just won't you give me back,
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just won't you give me
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G
Hey, hey, just won't you give
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me back my blues
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Am
I'm gonna run, being rich ain't no fun
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D
G
C
Hey judge, won't you give me back my blues?
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