Oh Loretta she's my ballroom 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 are hazel blue
Spends my money like a water falls
Loves me like i want her to

Oh 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

Oh sweetest at the break of day
Prettiest in the setting sun
She don't cry when i can't stay
At least not 'till she's all alone

Loretta i won't be gone long
Keep your dancing slippers on
Keep me in your mind a while
I'm coming home

I'm coming home
Oh Loretta she's my ballroom 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 are hazel blue
Spends my money like a water falls

Loves me like I want her to
Loves me like I want her to
Loves me like I want her to

Copyright: Wixen Music Publishing
Writer(s): Townes Van Zandt