Paul Siebel - Louise

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 A 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 Yes and everybody knew at times she cried But women like Louise they get by Well everybody thought it kind of 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 Lousie rode home on the mail train Somewhere to the south I heard it said Too bad it ended so ugly, Too bad she had to go this way Ah but the wind is blowing cold tonight So good night Louise, good night