Louise, Louise Blues

Oh Louise, yes you're the sweetest girl I know
Don't you know now Louise, you are the sweetest girl that I know
You made me run from Chicago
Oh, to the Gulf of Mexico
Now you know Louise
She's like a rolling stone
Every time she leave a man
He has to grieve alone
Oh Louise, why don't you hurry home?
You know, I never had no good loving
Oh Louise, since you've been gone
Got a girl called Mamie
Treat me nice and kind
I don't care what she do
Because Louise is on my mind

Louise ain't so good looking
And her hair ain't red
But she cooks my breakfast
And I bring it to my bed

Oh Louise, why don't you hurry home?
Oh Louise, why don't you hurry home?
You made me run from Chicago
Oh, to the Gulf of Mexico