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(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 a 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 Ah but women like Louise well they get by Yes and everybody thought it kinda 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 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 Ah but the wind is blowing cold tonight Well goodnight Louise goodnight From Letras Mania