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.
The intentions were easily traced.
And everybody knew at times she cried,
Ah, but woman like Louise, well they get by.
And 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 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.