| People comin' in to see Louise
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| Comin' quietly by twos and by threes
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| Some are standin' some are down on their knees
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| Louise ain’t gonna make it no more
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| Her mama has her head down low
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| Her daddy says he told her so
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| Her lover has to turn and go
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| Louise ain’t gonna make it no more
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| «Louise,» somebody said this mornin'
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| «Louise, you were the best we had
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| Louise, I won’t look for no reason
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| And I won’t cry 'til I get home»
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| Lotta people said they knew her well
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| They were buddies in the Birmingham cell
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| You could ask her but she’d never tell
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| Now Louise ain’t gonna make it no more
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| «Louise,» somebody said this mornin'
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| «Louise, you were the best we had
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| Louise, I won’t look for no reason
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| And I won’t cry 'til I get home»
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| People comin' in to see Louise
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| Comin' quietly by twos and by threes
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| Some are standin' some are down on their knees
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| Louise ain’t gonna make it no more |