Everyone when she was young,
they said she was the pretty one
She's pretty now, just watch her as she goes
Waiting for the bus to come,
she holds the hands of someone young
Who's mother comes and sees her and she smiles
Thank you Louise, Mary Louise, mother of three
Waiting in the check out line,
the supermarket Christmas time
She helps someone who doesn't have the change
Takes a dollar from her purse,
she pays and doesn't say a word
And winks and grins, and Merry Christmas friend
Thank you Louise, Mary Louise, mother of three
In Baltimore the freezing cold,
it chills her daughter to the bone
She walks from work and
cops the drugs and leaves
Her brother lay upon the bed
He hears the phone and knows his brother's dead
Thank you Louise, Mary Louise, mother of two
