No Shoe Strings On Louise
Lady love rides a big red Cadillac

Buys the hoedown show salt and beans

Goes to church to pray for Lucifer

She milked the male population clean

So ride in line shake yourself by the hand

Live your life inside a paper can

But you'll never get to pick and choose

She's bought you and sold you

There ain't no shoestrings on Louise

Come on down, come on down from the ladder

Henry get your head, get your head out of them clouds

What she wants is to go kissing on a swine herd

You might as well kiss the boss man's cow

All those city women want to make us poor men

And this land's got the worse for the worrying

I got married at the early age of fourteen

And I've been worrying about the way you'll be loving them