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