| They all said louise was not half bad
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| It was written on the walls and window shades
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| And how she’d act the little girl
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| A deceiver don’t believe her, that’s her trade
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| Sometimes a bottle of perfume
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| Flowers and maybe some lace
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| Men brought louise 10 cent trinkets
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| The intentions were easily traced
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| And everybody knew at times she cried
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| But women like louise well they get by
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| Everybody thought it kinda sad
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| When they found louise in her room
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| They’d all put her down below their kind
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| Still some cried when she died this afternoon
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| Louise rode home on the mail train
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| Somewhere to the south i heard them say
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| Too bad it ended so ugly
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| Too bad she had to go this way
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| But the wind is blowing cold tonight
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| Goodnight louise goodnight
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| Goodnight louise goodnight |