Louise - J.B. Lenoir

Louise, well, like I beared her call my name,

Louise, well, like I heared her call my name;

Now, she didn’t call so loud,

but she called so nice and plain.

Louise, please set a date,

Louise, please set a date;

Now, don’t you wait tomorrow,

'cause the morrow’s too far away.

Louise, tell me what you gonna do,

Louise, tell me what are you gonna do?

Now, you know I don’t love no other woman

but, in this whole round world but you.