Well 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
A 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
Yes and everybody knew
At times she cried
Ah but women like Louise
They get by
Yes and everybody thought
It kinda 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 her say
Too bad it ended so ugly
Too bad she had to go this way
Ah but the wind is blowing cold tonight
Well goodnight
Louise goodnight