Louise Is in the Blue Moon

The coolsville country sheriff
Got tired of southern charm
And traded in his lonesome badge
For a lady on his arm

Old Danny leads the well-dressed
In a god box by the sea
Aimed only with an ancient tongue
And a gut string on his knee

Louise is in the blue moon
Putting up her dukes
Walking on rocky socks
Punching numbers on a juke

The handsome riverboat gambler
Is holed up in some motel
He's dealing with new players
Who know the game real well

And Skinny's off his rocker
He left it on the road
And even though he'll miss it
He had to let it go

Louise is in the blue moon
Putting up her dukes
She's walking on rocky socks
Punching numbers on a juke