G
Little Susanna, down in Louisiana, pretty as she can be
G
All the boys want her, they even say she's gonna but she don't want nobody but me
C
Now I'm a lucky fellow, 'cause they all try to tell her, girl you better leave him alone
G
But none of them can see what she sees in me, she loves me way down to the bone
D C
She'll sit around and tease 'em, tell 'em she can please 'em but I know that she's taking me home
G
Well well well, she's Louisiana Hot Sauce, hotter than a fireball, smoother than strawberry wine
G
She's lookin' good as I've seen, strollin' in her tight jeans, drivin' me out of my mind
C
Believe me there's no other that comes in up above her, she knocks me right down to my knees
G
Well I know I could never have it any better, she spins me like a washing machine
D C
And every time I hold her, man I start to smolder when she pours her lovin' on me
G
She's Louisiana Hot Sauce
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She's Louisiana Hot Sauce
Louisiana Hot Sauce