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