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Lyrics for 'Doreen' by 'Old 97s'
(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 Horny 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.
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