| 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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| Tells me lies I love to believe
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| Her age is always twenty two
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| Her sparkling eyes are hazel blue
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| Spends my money like waterfalls
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| Loves me like I want her to
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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, strap your guitar on
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| Have a little shot of booze
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| Singing a blue and wailing song
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| Guitar sings a melody
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| Guitar sings Loretta’s fine
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| Blond and lazy, young and free
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| And I can have her any time
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| 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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| At least not till she’s all alone
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| Loretta, I won’t be gone long
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| So keep your dancing slippers on
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| Keep me on your mind awhile
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| I’m comin' home, I’m comin' home
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| 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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| Tells me lies I love to believe
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| Her age is always twenty two
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| Her sparkling eyes are hazel blue
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| Spends my money like waterfalls
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| Loves me like I want her to
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| Loves me like I want her to
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| Loves me like I want her to |