Lyrics

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