By townes van zandt
Oh loretta she's a barroom girl
wears them sevens on her sleeve
dances like a diamond shines
tell me lies i love to believe
her age is always 22
her laughing eyes a hazel hue
spends my money like water falls
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 a 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

sweetest at the break of day
preattiest in the setting sun
she don't cry when i can't stay
'least not till she's all alone
loretta, i won't be gone long
keep your dancing slippers on
keep me on your mind a while
i'll be back, babe, to make you smile