| I knew this ol' gal, down in south Alabama
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| She was a sight to behold
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| She drank like a fish, and cussed like a sailor
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| She was a hell-raisin' soul
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| Everyone knew Lois, wild Lois
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| Lois could show you a time (aw what a time)
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| Oh the good people said, she was not a Christian
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| She was footloose and fancy free
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| She was not a lady, but she was a woman
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| And that’s all that mattered to me
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| Everyone knew Lois, wild-wild Lois
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| Lois could show you a time (Lawd what a time)
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| I miss her sometimes, even though she was crazy (ol' girl)
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| She was good for my mind (yes she was)
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| She called me «baby»… all night long!
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| Proud to have known… Lois Malone!
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| Last week I ran into, an ol' drinkin' buddy
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| We swapped a story or two
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| We drank one to a town, down in south Alabama
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| One to an ol' gal we knew
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| I said… here’s one to Lois, wild Lois
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| Here’s one to all her kind… Lois Malone!
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| (You know yours and I know mine!)
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| She called me «baby»… all night long!
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| I was proud to have known… Lois Malone! |