(Hitchhike to Rhome lyrics.
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Minor variations found on Wreck Your Life.)
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When I first met Doreen
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She was barely seventeen.
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She was drinking whiskey sours in the bar.
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The way she tossed 'em back
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I would've had a heart attack.
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But as it is I let her drive my car.
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We galloped through the boroughs
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Like a pair of horny thoroughbreds,
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Until I said, "Stop the car, Doreen."
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Well you can roll your eyes and nod
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But I swear that I saw God,
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In the moonlight on a side street in the wreckage we call Queens.
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Doreen, Doreen, Last night I had an awful dream.
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You were laying in the arms of a man I'd never seen.
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Come clean Doreen. Come clean Doreen.
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Well I'm pulling into Cleveland
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In a seven-seater tour van.
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There's eight of us, so I'm sleeping on the floor.
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The guy that plays the banjo
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Keeps on handing me the Old Crow,
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Which multiplies my sorrow, I can't take it anymore.
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Doreen, Doreen, last night I had an awful dream.
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You were laying in the arms of a man I'd never seen.
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Come clean Doreen. Come clean Doreen.
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Now I'm begging and I'm pleading,
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"Well pull over guys, I'm bleeding.
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There's a Fina off the highway with a phone."
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I'm calling you Doreen,
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But it rings and rings and rings.
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Where is it that you are, if you aren't in our bed at home.
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Doreen, Doreen, last night I had an awful dream.
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You were laying in the arms of a man I'd never seen.
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Come clean Doreen. Come clean Doreen.
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Doreen
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| Old 97's |
