Cincinnatti Lou - Merle Travis

I got a gal called Cincinnati Lou

I don’t know nothin' that she won’t do

She can drink more beer than a 2-ton truck can haul

She’s the belle of the ball, Cincinnati Lou

She’s got a way of rollin' them eyes

Makes me think of paradise

And I don’t mean heaven, just a plain old pair of dice

And she can roll 'em nice, Cincinnati Lou

When they see my Lou, they holler «oh my oh»

She put the 'O' in Ohio

She put the 'cin' in Cincinnati too

I’m a-tellin' you, Cincinnati Lou

She makes the roosters crow for days

Made Grandpa throw his cane away

She can make an ant eat a great big bale of hay

She’s just that way, Cincinnati Lou

North or the south, east or west

If you’ve been around and seen all the rest

You gonna say Cincinnati Lou’s the best

When you confess, Cincinnati Lou