Louise
Paul Siebel
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
Oh deceiver, don't believe her, that's her trade
Sometimes a bottle of perfume
Candy or maybe some lace
Men brought Louise ten cents drinking
Their intentions were easily traced
And everybody knew at times she cried
Ah, but woman like Louise well they get by
solo
And everybody thought it kinda sad
When they found Louise in her room
They'd allways 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
Ah, but the wind is blowin cold tonight
So good night, Louise good night
So good night, Louise good night