Loretta

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 water falls, loves me like I want her to

Loretta won’t you say to me, “Darlin’ 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 anytime

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 long gone, keep your dancing slippers on

Keep me on your mind a while, I’m coming home to make you smile