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
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Loretta
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| Lyle Lovett |
