Oh, Loretta, she's my bar room

girl, wears them sevens on her sleeve, dances like a diamond shines, tells me

lies I love to believe. Her age is always 22, her laughing eyes a hazel hue, spends

my money like waterfalls, 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 ant wailing song. My guitar rings a melody, my guitar sings

Loretta's fine, long and lazy, blind 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 on your mind a while, I'm coming home, I'm coming home.

Oh, Loretta, she's my bar room girl, wears them sevens on her sleeve, dances like a diamond

shines, tells me lies I love to believe. Her age is always 22, her laughing eyes a hazel

hue, 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.