No Shoe Strings On Louise
Lady love rides a big red CadillacBuys the hoedown show salt and beansGoes to church to pray for LuciferShe milked the male population clean
So ride in line shake yourself by the handLive your life inside a paper canBut you'll never get to pick and chooseShe's bought you and sold youThere ain't no shoestrings on Louise
Come on down, come on down from the ladderHenry get your head, get your head out of them cloudsWhat she wants is to go kissing on a swine herdYou might as well kiss the boss man's cow
All those city women want to make us poor menAnd this land's got the worse for the worryingI got married at the early age of fourteenAnd I've been worrying about the way you'll be loving them