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By townes van zandt |
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Oh loretta she's a barroom girl |
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Wears them sevens on her sleeve |
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Dances like a diamond shines |
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Tell me lies i love to believe |
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Her age is always 22 |
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Her laughing eyes a hazel hue |
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Spends my money like water falls |
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Loves me like i want her to |
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Oh, loretta, won't you say to me |
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Darling, put your guitar on |
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Have a little shot of booze |
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Play a blue a and wailing song |
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My guitar rings a melody |
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My guitar sings, loretta's fine |
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Long and lazy, blonde and free |
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And i can have her any time |
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Sweetest at the break of day |
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Preattiest in the setting sun |
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She don't cry when i can't stay |
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'least not till she's all alone |
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Loretta, i won't be gone long |
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Keep your dancing slippers on |
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Keep me on your mind a while |
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I'll be back, babe, to make you smile |
