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old 97s - doreen

(hitchhike to rhome lyrics.
minor variations found on wreck your life.)
when i first met doreen
she was barely seventeen.
she was drinking whiskey sours in the bar.

the way she tossed ’em back
i would’ve had a heart attack.
but as it is i let her drive my car.

we galloped through the boroughs
like a pair of h-rny thoroughbreds,
until i said, “stop the car, doreen.”

well you can roll your eyes and nod
but i swear that i saw god,
in the moonlight on a side street in the wreckage we call queens.

doreen, doreen, last night i had an awful dream.
you were laying in the arms of a man i’d never seen.
come clean doreen. come clean doreen.

well i’m pulling into cleveland
in a seven-seater tour van.
there’s eight of us, so i’m sleeping on the floor.

the guy that plays the banjo
keeps on handing me the old crow,
which multiplies my sorrow, i can’t take it anymore.

doreen, doreen, last night i had an awful dream.
you were laying in the arms of a man i’d never seen.
come clean doreen. come clean doreen.

now i’m begging and i’m pleading,
“well pull over guys, i’m bleeding.
there’s a fina off the highway with a phone.”

i’m calling you doreen,
but it rings and rings and rings.
where is it that you are, if you aren’t in our bed at home.

doreen, doreen, last night i had an awful dream.
you were laying in the arms of a man i’d never seen.
come clean doreen. come clean doreen.

- old 97s

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