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
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
The intentions were easily traced
And everybody knew at times she cried
But woman like Louise well they get by
solo
And everybody thought it kinda sad
When they found Louise in her room
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 to the south I heard them say
Too bad it ended so ugly
Too bad she had to go this way
But the wind is blowin cold tonight
Good night Louise good night
From Paul Siebel "Woodsmoke And Oranges"