Well, they all said Louise was no thalf bad
It was writte non the wall sand 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
Flower sand maybe some lace
Men brought Louise tem cent trinkets
The I rintentions were easily traced
Yeah and every body knew at times she cried
Ah but women like Louise they get by
Yes and every body thought it kind a sad
When they found Louise in her room
They'd aways pu ther down below their kind
Still some cried when she died this afternoon
Louise rode home on the mail train
Some where to the south I heard her say
Too bad it end edsougly
Too bad she had to go this way
Ah but the wind is blowing cold tonight
Well, goodnight, Louise goodnight