Oh, Loretta, she's my barroom 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 sparkling eyes are hazel blue
Spends my money like waterfalls
Loves me like I want her to
Loves me like I want her to

Oh, Loretta, won't you say to me?
Darling, strap your guitar on
Have a little shot of booze
Singing a blue and wailing song

Guitar sings a melody
Guitar sings Loretta's fine
Blond and lazy, young and free
And I can have her any time
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
At least not till she's all alone

Loretta, I won't be gone long
So keep your dancing slippers on
Keep me on your mind awhile
I'm comin' home, I'm comin' home

Oh, Loretta, she's my barroom 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 sparkling eyes are hazel blue
Spends my money like waterfalls
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