Louise

They all said 'Louise was not half badIt was written on the walls & window shades And how she'd act A little girl The deceiver, don't believe her, That's her trade Sometimes a bottle of perfume Flowers, and maybe some lace Men bought Louise ten cent trinkets Their intentions were easily traced Everybody thought it kind of sad When they found Louise in her room They'd all put her down Below their kind Still some cried when she died That afternoon Louise rode home on a mail train Somewhere to the south I heard them say 'It's too bad it ended so ugly, It's too bad she had to go that But the wind is blowin' cold tonight Goodnight Louise, Goodnight Yes, the winds' blowin' cold tonight Goodnight Louise, good-night...