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