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Oh, Loretta, she's my barroom girl |
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Wears them sevens on her sleeve |
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Dances like a diamond shines |
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Tells me lies |
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I love to believe |
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Her age is always twenty two |
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Her sparkling eyes are hazel blue |
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Spends my money like waterfalls |
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Loves me like |
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I want her to |
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Loves me like |
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I want her to |
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Oh, Loretta, won't you say to me? |
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Darling, strap your guitar on |
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Have a little shot of booze |
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Singing a blue and wailing song |
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Guitar sings a melody |
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Guitar sings |
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Loretta's fine |
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Blond and lazy, young and free |
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And I can have her any time |
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I can have her any time |
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Sweetest at the break of day |
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Prettiest in the setting sun |
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She don't cry when |
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I can't stay |
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At least not till she's all alone |
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Loretta, I won't be gone long |
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So keep your dancing slippers on |
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Keep me on your mind awhile |
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I'm comin' home, |
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I'm comin' home |
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Oh, Loretta, she's my barroom girl |
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Wears them sevens on her sleeve |
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Dances like a diamond shines |
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Tells me lies |
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I love to believe |
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Her age is always twenty two |
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Her sparkling eyes are hazel blue |
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Spends my money like waterfalls |
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Loves me like |
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I want her to |
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Loves me like |
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I want her to |
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Loves me like |
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I want her to |
