| There’s nothing so strange |
| As us taking these chances |
| I miss the way that your eyes |
| When you’re sneaking glances |
| Halfway to Lexington |
| We’ll fly by poor houses and |
| Take a midnight stop to parish hotels |
| Just to ask which way south is |
| Hey, Louise, it ain’t worth all this misery |
| 'Cause I know the world don’t want to see |
| And only the wind can dry these tears |
| So move on, move on with me |
| Hey, Louise |
| I snuck up to your room o |
| One cold, Sunday morning |
| Begging you to leave with me |
| I kept my engine running |
| There was nothing I wanted more |
| Than to have you company |
| And I can still see you standing |
| At that door watching me leave |
| And one good thing I got |
| When I left that time was |
| That your face was the last thing |
| I saw as I pulled out |
| Hey, Louise, it ain’t worth all this misery |
| 'Cause I know the world don’t want to see |
| And only the wind can dry these tears |
| So move on, move on with me |
| Hey, Louise |
| Hey, Louise, it ain’t worth all this misery |
| 'Cause I know the world don’t want to see |
| And only the wind can dry these tears |
| So move on, move on with me |
| Hey, Louise |