Sweet Lorraine the fiery haired brown eyed schemer   Who came from a long line of drinkers and dreamers   Who knew that sunshine don't hold up to dark   Whose businesses fail, who sleep in the park      Lorraine who spoke of paintings in Paris   And outlandish things to her family just to scare us   Whose heart went pokin' where it shouldn't ought   Whose mother could only spit at the thought of   Lorraine, sweet Lorraine      Her father would tear out like a page of the Bible   Then he'd burn down the house to announce his arrival   Her mother was working and never was home   Lorraine carved out a little life of her own      Lorraine started working, Lorraine went to school   Her mother threw stones at her on the day that she moved   Now isn't that a very strange thing to do   For someone who never really wanted you   Lorraine, sweet Lorraine      Her daddy called her a slut and a whore   On the night before her wedding day   Very next morning at the church   Her daddy gave Lorraine away, Lorraine away   Lorraine, sweet Lorraine      In the battle of time in the battle of will   It's only hope and your heart that gets killed   And it gets harder and harder Lorraine, to believe in magic   When what came before you is so very tragic   Lorraine, sweet Lorraine      Sweet Lorraine   Sweet Lorraine   Sweet Lorraine   Sweet Lorraine