Now Louise she is an outlaw, in the year of seventy one
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She's got 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 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 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'
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Louise
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| Bob Seger |
