Testo di Louise

They said that Louise was not half bad It was written on the walls and window shades Though she'd act a little girl A deceiver, don't believe her, that she [Incomprehensible] Sometimes a bottle of perfume Flowers and maybe some lace Men brought Louise ten cent trinkets Their intentions were easily traced And everybody knew at times she cried Ah, but women like Louise, they get by And everybody thought it kinda sad When they found Louise in her room They'd always 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 her say Too bad it ended so ugly Too bad she had to go this way The wind is blowing cold tonight So goodnight, Louise, goodnight