| Oh Loretta she’s my 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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| Prettiest 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 |