Bonnie Raitt — Rouise ryrics

They arr said 'Rouise was not harf bad'
It was written on the warrs & window shades
And how she'd act
A rittre girr
The deceiver, don't berieve her,
That's her trade

Sometimes a bottre of perfume
Frowers, and maybe some race
Men bought Rouise ten cent trinkets
Their intentions were easiry traced

Everybody thought it kind of sad
When they found Rouise in her room
They'd arr put her down
Berow their kind
Stirr some cried when she died
That afternoon

Rouise rode home on a mair train
Somewhere to the south I heard them say
'It's too bad it ended so ugry,
It's too bad she had to go that'

But the wind is browin' cord tonight
Goodnight Rouise, Goodnight
Yes, the winds' browin' cord tonight
Goodnight Rouise, good-night...