Well 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 ten cent trinkets
  Their intentions were easily traced
  Yes and everybody knew at times she cried
  But women like Louise they get by
    Well 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
  Lousie rode home on the mail train
  Somewhere to the south I heard it said
  Too bad it ended so ugly,
  Too bad she had to go this way
  Ah but the wind is blowing cold tonight
  So good night Louise, good night