Louise

They said that Louise was not half-bad

It was written on the walls and window shades

And though she'd act the little girl

A deceiver, don't believe her, that's her trade

Sometimes a bottle of perfume, flowers and maybe some lace

Men brought Louise 10-cent trinkets

Their intentions were easily traced

And everybody knew at times she cried

Ah but women like Louise they get by

And everybody thought it kind of sad

When they found Louise in her room

They'd always put her down below their kind

Still some cried when she died this afternoon

Louise rode home on the mail train

Somewhere to the South I heard them say

Too bad it ended so ugly

Too bad she had to go this way

And the wind is blowin' cold tonight

So goodnight, Louise, goodnight.