And how she'd act the little girl
Their intentions were easily traced
Somewhere to the south I heard them say
The deceiver, don't believe her, that's her trade
Ah but the wind is blowing cold tonight
Sometimes a bottle of perfume
Too bad she had to go that way"
They'd always put her down below their kind
Flowers and maybe some lace
"Too bad it ended so ugly
Yeah everybody thought it kind of sad
Still some cried when she died this afternoon
Men brought Louise ten cent trinkets
When they found Louise in her room
Louise rode home on the mail train