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They said that Louise was not half bad |
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It was written on the walls and window shades |
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Though she'd act a little girl |
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A deceiver, don't believe her, that she [Incomprehensible] |
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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 ten cent trinkets |
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Their intentions were easily traced |
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And everybody knew at times she cried |
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Ah, but women like Louise, they get by |
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And everybody thought it kinda sad |
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When they found Louise in her room |
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They'd always 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 her 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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The wind is blowing cold tonight |
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So goodnight, Louise, goodnight |