Turnpike Troubadours - Doreen lyrics
[Turnpike Troubadours - Doreen lyrics]
Well when I first met Doreen
She was barely seventeen
She was drinking whiskey sours in the bar
And 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 layin' 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
And the guy that plays the banjo
Keeps on handing me the old crow
That multiplies my sorrow
I can't take it anymore
Doreen, Doreen
Last night I had an awful dream
You were layin' in the arms of
A man I'd never seen come clean, Doreen
Come clean, Doreen
Well I'm begging and I'm pleading
"Please pull over guys, I'm bleeding
There's a Fina off the highway with a phone"
And I'm calling you, Doreen
But the phone it 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 layin' in the arms of
A man I'd never seen come clean, Doreen
Come clean, Doreen
She was barely seventeen
She was drinking whiskey sours in the bar
And 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 layin' 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
And the guy that plays the banjo
Keeps on handing me the old crow
That multiplies my sorrow
I can't take it anymore
Doreen, Doreen
Last night I had an awful dream
You were layin' in the arms of
A man I'd never seen come clean, Doreen
Come clean, Doreen
Well I'm begging and I'm pleading
"Please pull over guys, I'm bleeding
There's a Fina off the highway with a phone"
And I'm calling you, Doreen
But the phone it 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 layin' in the arms of
A man I'd never seen come clean, Doreen
Come clean, Doreen