Leo Kottke - Louise Lyrics
They said that Louise was not half badIt was written on the walls and window shadesThough she'd act a little girlA deceiver, don't believe her, that she [Incomprehensible]Sometimes a bottle of perfumeFlowers and maybe some laceMen brought Louise ten cent trinketsTheir intentions were easily tracedAnd everybody knew at times she criedAh, but women like Louise, they get byAnd everybody thought it kinda sadWhen they found Louise in her roomThey'd always put her down below their kindStill some cried when she died this afternoonLouise rode home on the mail trainSomewhere to the south, I heard her sayToo bad it ended so uglyToo bad she had to go this wayThe wind is blowing cold tonightSo goodnight, Louise, goodnight