They all said Louise was not half bad   It was written on the walls and window shades   And how she'd act a little girl   The deceiver, don't believe her, that's her trade      Sometimes a bottle of perfume   Flowers and maybe some lace   Men bought Louise ten-cent trinkets   Their intentions were easily traced      Everybody thought it kind of sad   When they found Louise in her room   They'd all put her down below their kind   Still some cried when she died this afternoon      Louis 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 that way      But the wind is blowin' cold tonight   Goodnight Louise, goodnight