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 The deceiver, don't believe her that's her trait Sometimes a bottle of perfume Flowers and maybe some lace Men brought Louise ten cent trinkets Their intentions were easily traced ♪ Oh, and everybody thought it kind of sad When they found Louise in her room And they'd all 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 'em say Too bad it ended so ugly Too bad she had to go this way Ah, but the wind is blowing cold tonight Good night Louise, good night Good night Louise, good night