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    Oh Loretta she's a bar-room 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 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

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    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'm coming home, I'm coming home

    Repeat the first verse

    Song details

    Composition: Townes Van Zandt

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