Louise

They all said Louise was not half bad It was written on the walls and window shades And how she'd act the 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 Yeah 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 that way" Ah but the wind is blowing cold tonight So good night Louise, good night