They said that Louise was not half-bad   It was written on the walls and window shades   And though 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   Ah but women like Louise they get by       And 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 this way      And the wind is blowin' cold tonight   So goodnight, Louise, goodnight.