Song | Louise |
Artist | Linda Ronstadt |
Album | Silk Purse |
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Lyrics:Paul Siebel Music:Paul Siebel | |
Well they all said Louise was not half bad | |
It was written on the walls and window shades | |
And how she'd act a little girl | |
A deceiver, don't believe her, that's her trade | |
Sometimes a bottle of perfume | |
Flowers and maybe some lace | |
Men brought Louise ten cent trinkets | |
Their intentions were easily traced | |
Yes and everybody knew at times she cried | |
Ah but women like Louise well they get by | |
Yes and everybody thought it kinda 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 | |
Louise rode home on the mail train | |
Somewhere to the south I heard her say | |
Too bad it ended so ugly | |
Too bad she had to go this way | |
Ah but the wind is blowing cold tonight | |
Well goodnight Louise goodnight |
Lyrics: Paul Siebel Music: Paul Siebel | |
Well they all said Louise was not half bad | |
It was written on the walls and window shades | |
And how she' d act a little girl | |
A deceiver, don' t believe her, that' s her trade | |
Sometimes a bottle of perfume | |
Flowers and maybe some lace | |
Men brought Louise ten cent trinkets | |
Their intentions were easily traced | |
Yes and everybody knew at times she cried | |
Ah but women like Louise well they get by | |
Yes and everybody thought it kinda 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 | |
Louise rode home on the mail train | |
Somewhere to the south I heard her say | |
Too bad it ended so ugly | |
Too bad she had to go this way | |
Ah but the wind is blowing cold tonight | |
Well goodnight Louise goodnight |
Lyrics: Paul Siebel Music: Paul Siebel | |
Well they all said Louise was not half bad | |
It was written on the walls and window shades | |
And how she' d act a little girl | |
A deceiver, don' t believe her, that' s her trade | |
Sometimes a bottle of perfume | |
Flowers and maybe some lace | |
Men brought Louise ten cent trinkets | |
Their intentions were easily traced | |
Yes and everybody knew at times she cried | |
Ah but women like Louise well they get by | |
Yes and everybody thought it kinda 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 | |
Louise rode home on the mail train | |
Somewhere to the south I heard her say | |
Too bad it ended so ugly | |
Too bad she had to go this way | |
Ah but the wind is blowing cold tonight | |
Well goodnight Louise goodnight |