Louise

They all said "Louise was not half bad" It was written on the walls and window shades And how she'd act a little girl The deceiver, don't believe her, that's her trade Sometimes a bottle of perfume Flowers and maybe some lace Men brought Louise ten cent trinkets Their intentions were easily traced Ah, everybody thought it kinda sad When they found Louise in her room They'd all put her down below their kind Still some cried when she died this afternoon Louise rode home on a mail train Somewhere to the south I heard them say Too bad it ended so ugly It's too bad she had to go that way Ah, but the wind is blowin' cold tonight Goodnight Louise, goodnight