Louise - Bonnie Raitt

They all said 'Louise was not half bad'

It was written on the walls & 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

That afternoon

Louis rode home on a mail train

Somewhere to the south I heard them say

'It's too bad it ended so ugly

It’s too bad she had to go that'

But the wind is blowin' cold tonight

Goodnight Louise, Goodnight

Yes, the winds' blowin' cold tonight

Goodnight Louise, good-night…