People coming in to see Louise.
Come quietly by twos and by threes.
Some are standing some are down on their knees.
Louise ain’t gonna make it no more.
Her mama has her head down low.
Her daddy says he told her so.
Her lover has to turn and go.
Louise ain’t gonna make it no more.
“Louise”, somebody said this morning,
“Louise, you were the best we had.”
Louise, I won’t look for no reason.
And I won’t cry ‘til I get home.
Lotta people said they knew her well,
They were buddies in the Birmingham cell.
You could ask her but she’d never tell.
Now Louise ain’t gonna make it no more.
“Louise”, somebody said this morning,
“Louise, you were the best we had.”
Louise, I won’t look for no reason.
And I won’t cry ‘til I get home.
People coming in to see Louise
Coming quietly by twos and by threes
Some are standing some are down on their knees
Louise ain’t gonna make it no more. |