Well, they all said Louise was not half bad   It was written on the walls and window shades   And how she'd act a 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 ten cent trinkets   Their intentions were easily traced   Yes and everybody knew at times she cried   Ah but women like Louise well, they get by      Yes and everybody thought it kinda 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 her say   Too bad it ended so ugly   Too bad she had to go this way      Ah but the wind is blowing cold tonight   Well, goodnight, Louise goodnight