Loretta Lyle Lovett

Oh Loretta, she's my barroom girl
Wears them sevens on her sleeve
Dances like a diamond shines
Tells me lies I love to believe

Her age is always twenty-two
Her laughing eyes a hazel hue
Spends my money like waterfalls
Loves me like I want her to

Oh, Loretta, won't you say to me
Darling, put your guitar on
Have a little shot of booze
Play a blue and wailing song

My guitar rings a melody
My guitar sings Loretta's fine
Long and lazy, blonde and free
And I can have her any time

Oh, sweetest at the break of day
Prettiest in the setting sun
She don't cry when I can't stay
At least not 'til she's all alone

Loretta, I won't be gone long
Keep your dancing slippers on
Keep me on your mind a while
I'm coming home, I'm coming home