Loretta

Loretta Oh Loretta she's my 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 Prettiest 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