Letras
They all said Louise was not half bad
It was written on the walls and window shades
And how she'd have that look of love
The deceiver, don't believe her, that's a trick
Sometimes a bottle of perfume
Flowers and maybe some lints
Men brought Louise ten cent trinkets
Their intentions were easily trounced
Now everybody thought it kind of sad
When they found Louise in the morning
They'd all put her down below their kind
Still some cried when she died this afternoon
Louise rode home on the mail train
Somewhere in the south I heard them say
"Too bad that it ended so ugly
Too bad she had to go that way"
But the wind is blowing cold tonight
Goodnight, Louise, goodnight
But the wind is blowing cold tonight
Goodnight, Louise, goodnight