Leo Kottke
Blue Dot
They said that Louise was not half-badIt was written on the walls and window shadesAnd though she'd act the little girlA deceiver, don't believe her, that's her tradeSometimes a bottle of perfume, flowers and maybe some laceMen brought Louise 10-cent trinketsTheir intentions were easily tracedAnd everybody knew at times she criedAh but women like Louise they get by And everybody thought it kind of 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 them sayToo bad it ended so uglyToo bad she had to go this wayAnd the wind is blowin' cold tonightSo goodnight, Louise, goodnight.
From Letras Mania