Cincinnati Lou

I got a gal called Cincinnati Lou
I don't know nothin' that she won't do
She can drink more beer than a 2-ton truck can haul
She's the belle of the ball, Cincinnati Lou

She's got a way of rollin' them eyes
Makes me think of paradise
And I don't mean heaven, just a plain old pair of dice
And she can roll 'em nice, Cincinnati Lou

When they see my Lou, they holler "oh my oh"
She put the 'O' in Ohio
She put the 'cin' in Cincinnati too
I'm a-tellin' you, Cincinnati Lou

She makes the roosters crow for days
Made Grandpa throw his cane away
She can make an ant eat a great big bale of hay
She's just that way, Cincinnati Lou

North or the south, east or west
If you've been around and seen all the rest
You gonna say Cincinnati Lou's the best
When you confess, Cincinnati Lou