| Louise, you the sweetest gal I know
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| Louise, you the sweetest gal I know
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| Yeah, you made me walk from Chicago, baby
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| Down to the Gulf of Mexico
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| Now, look a-here, Louise
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| Now, what you tryin' to do?
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| You tryin' to make me love you
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| And you love some other man too
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| Whoa Louise, baby that will never do
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| Yeah, you know you can’t love Big Bill, baby
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| And love some other man too
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| Louise, I believe
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| Somebody been fishin' in my pond
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| They been catchin' all my perches
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| Grinding up the bone
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| Whoa Louise, baby why don’t you hurry home?
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| Yeah you know, you know, Louise
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| I ain’t had no lovin', not since you been gone
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| Louise, you know you got ways
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| Like a rattlesnake and a squirrel
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| Now, when you start the lovin'
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| I declare, it’s out of this world
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| Whoa Louise, baby, why don’t you hurry home?
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| Yes, I ain’t had no lovin' baby
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| Not since my Louise been gone
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| Louise, the big boat’s up the river
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| Now she’s on a bag of sand
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| Now she don’t strike deep water
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| I declare she’ll never land
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| Whoa Louise, baby why don’t you hurry home?
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| Yeah you know, you know Louise
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| I ain’t had no lovin', not since you been gone |