Louise Was Not Half Bad - Jack, Amanda Palmer

Well they all said Louise was not half bad

It was written on the walls and window shades

Though she’d act the 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

Everybody knew at times she cried

But women like Louise they get by

And 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

Louise rode home on the mail train

Somewhere south I heard it said

Too bad it ended so ugly

Too bad she had to go this way

The wind is blowing cold tonight

Good night Louise, good night