Louise
Written by Paul Siebel

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 
Could deceive, 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 

Everybody thought it was 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 
Too bad she had to go that way 

Well, the wind, it’s blowing cold tonight 
Goodnight Louise, Goodnight, 
Ya, the wind, It’s blowing cold tonight
Goodnight Louise, Goodnight 
Goodnight Louise, Goodnight