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 bought Louise ten-cent trinkets
Their intentions were easily traced

Everybody thought it kind of 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

Louis rode home on the mail train
Somewhere to the south, I heard them say
Too bad it ended so ugly
Too bad she had to go that way

But the wind is blowin' cold tonight
Goodnight Louise, goodnight