Songwriters: Zandt Van, Townes;    Here we go    Oh Loretta, she's a 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 laughing eyes are 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 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 any time    Sweetest at the break of day  Prettiest in the setting sun  She don't cry when I can't stay  'Least not till she's all alone    Loretta, I won't be gone long  Keep your dancing slippers on  Keep me on your mind awhile  I'm comin' home, I'm comin' home    Oh Loretta, she's a 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 laughing eyes are hazel hue  Spends my money like water falls  Loves me like I want her to    I'm comin' home, I'm comin' home  I'm comin' home        © JTVZ MUSIC; KATIE BELLE MUSIC; WILL VAN ZANDT PUBLISHING;    these lyrics are submitted by mta_mta