Louise

They (E) all said Louise was not half (F#7) bad 
It was (A) written on the (B) walls and window (E) shades
And how she'd act the little (F#7) girl
A (A) deceiver, don't (B) believe her, that's her (E) trade

    (A) Sometimes a (B) bottle of (E) perfume (E7)
    (A) Flowers and (B) maybe some (E) lace (E7)
    (A) Men brought (B) Louise ten cent (C#m) trinkets
    The (F#) intentions were easily (B) traced

And (E) everybody knew at times she (F#7) cried
But (A) women like (B) Louise well they get (E) by

Well everybody thought it kind of 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

    Lousie rode home on the mail train
    Somewhere to the south I heard it said
    Too bad it ended so ugly,
    Too bad she had to go this way

Ah but the wind is blowing cold tonight
So good night Louise, good night