Leo Kottke Follow

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

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

They said that Louise was not half bad
It was written on the walls and window shades
Though she'd act a little girl