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