Louise Lyrics

They all said, Louise "was one half bad",
It was written on the walls and window shades,
Sometimes she acts like a little girl,
But if you see her, don't believe her
That's her trade

Sometimes a bottle of perfume,
Can be your maybe, or some lace
Men brought Louise ten cent trinkets,
But their intentions, were easily traced

And everybody knew the time she cried,
Although women like Louise they can cry,
And everybody thought it kind of sad,
When they found Louise in the room,
They'd always put her down,
Below their kind
Still some cried, when she died
This afternoon

Now Louise she rode home on the mail train,
Somewhere to the south I heard them say,
To bad it ended so ugly, (ohhhh)
To bad, to bad she had to go this way

But the wind is blowing cold tonight,
So goodnight, Louise goodnight