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Loretta she's my barroom girl Wheres them seven's 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 a water falls Loves me like I want her too. Loretta won't you say to me Darlin' put your guitar on Have a little shot of booze Play a blue and wailin' song My guitar rings a melody My guitar sings Loretta fine Long and lazy wild 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 Atleast 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'm comin' home, I'm comin' home (Thanks to Andy for these lyrics) From Letras Mania