I found this in the James T. Callow Computerized Folklore Archive at the University of Detroit Mercy. No title or tune is given, but it has the notation “My mother's uncle taught her this little ballad….” and that it was learned in Cincinnati in 1950:

A FARMER’S DAUGHTER NAMED LOUELLA

A farmer’s daughter named Loueller
Was the prettiest girl for miles around,
But that poor girl didn’t have no feller
Until one day when she went to town.

She went down to the village depot
To watch that evenin’ train come in,
And met a drummer from the city
With two gold teeth and a walkin’ cane.

They went down to the village drugstore
And at the counter they did sat.
He filled her full of sasparilla
Till she didn’t know where she was at.

Alas! Alack! For pore Loueller!
She started something she could not stop.
Now ever’ time she gets a nickel,
She blows it in on sody-pop.

And in the evenin’s in the summer,
At the depot door she waits in vain,
And rolls her eyes at ever’ drummer
That gits from off that evenin’ train.