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

Their 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