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Now Louise she is an outlaw, in the year of seventy one |
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She's got |
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Levi bells and long straight hair |
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She's got a gun |
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Her folks they didn't under-stand why she could'nt |
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Get her homework done, mmm |
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Her father is a preacher, her mother's an ex-nun |
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Now Louise she likes to boogie, down at the old ballroom |
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She's got a crazy hophead boyfriend, digs freon balloons |
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They ride on his |
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Harley from the morning till the late afternoon |
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They get stoned in the evening, and make love beneath the moon |
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Now the old folks who are listenin' |
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Prob'ly think think this song's obscene |
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Say your children aren't like that |
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Say my words are way off theme |
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Well Louise she's just an |
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Average product of the |
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American dream |
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I concede she's kind of naive but |
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After all she's only thirteen |
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Ride on Louise, ride on, ride on |
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Keep on ridin' |