Louise

It was said Louise was not half bad

It was written on the walls and window shades

How she'd act, the little girl

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

Sometimes a bottle of perfume

Maybe some flowers and some lace

Men brought Louise ten-cent trinkets

Their intentions were easy to trace

Everybody knew at times she cried

But women like Louise, well they get by

Everybody thought it was kinda sad

When they found Louise in her room

They'd always put her below their kind

But 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 it had to end this way

But the wind is blowing out tonight

So goodnight Louise, Louise goodnight

Yeah goodnight Louise, Louise goodnight