Louise

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 tradeSometimes 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 byYes 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 afternoonLouise 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