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Louise
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Paul Siebel
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Well they all said Louise was not half bad
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It was written on the walls and window shades
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And how she'd act the little girl
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A deceiver, don't believe her that's her trade
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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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Yes and everybody knew at times she cried
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But women like Louise they get by
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Well everybody thought it kind of 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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Lousie rode home on the mail train
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Somewhere to the south I heard it said
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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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Ah but the wind is blowing cold tonight
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So good night Louise, good night
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Louise
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| Bonnie Raitt |
