Louise - Anne Kirkpatrick
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
The 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
Everybody knew that time she cried
I'll be remembered like Louise they get by
Everybody thought it kind of sad
When they found Louise in her room
They'd always put her down below their kind
But 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 blowing cold tonight
Good night Louise good night
