Lyrics:

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 brought Louise ten cent trinkets
Their intentions were easily traced
Ah, everybody thought it kinda 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
Louise rode home on a mail train
Somewhere to the south I heard them say
Too bad it ended so ugly
It's too bad she had to go that way
Ah, but the wind is blowin' cold tonight
Goodnight Louise, goodnight