Old 97's - Doreen

When ^DmI first met Doreen She was ^Fbarely seventeen. She was ^Cdrinking whiskey sours in the ^Gbar. The ^Dmway she tossed 'em back I would've ^Fhad a heart attack. But ^Cas it is I let her drive my ^Gcar. We ^Amgalloped through the boroughs Like a ^Fpair of horny thoroughbreds, Un^Ctil I said, "Stop the car, ^GmDoreen." Well you can ^Dmroll your eyes and nod But I ^Fswear that I saw God, In the ^Cmoonlight on a side street in the ^Gwreckage we call Queens.

Do^Freen, Do^Creen, ^GLast night I had an awful ^Bbdream. You were ^Flaying in the arms of a ^Cman I'd never seen. Come ^Dmclean Do^Freen. Come ^Dmclean Do^Freen.

I'm ^Dmpulling into Cleveland In a ^Fseven-seater tour van. There's ^Cmeight of us, so I'm sleeping on the ^Gfloor. The ^Amguy that plays the banjo Keeps on ^Fhanding me the Old Crow, Which ^Cmultiplies my sorrow, I can't ^Gtake it anymore.

Do^Freen, Do^Creen, ^GLast night I had an awful ^Bbdream. You were ^Flaying in the arms of a ^Cman I'd never seen. Come ^Dmclean Do^Freen. Come ^Dmclean Do^Freen.

Now I'm ^Dmbegging and I'm pleading, "Well ^Fpull over guys, I'm bleeding. There's a ^CFina off the highway with a ^Gphone." I'm ^Dmcalling you Doreen, But it ^Frings and rings and rings. Where ^Cis it that you are, if you ^Gare not in bed at home.

Do^Freen, Do^Creen, ^GLast night I had an awful ^Bbdream. You were ^Flaying in the arms of a ^Cman I'd never seen. Come ^Dmclean Do^Freen. Come ^Dmclean Do^Freen. Do^Freen, Do^Creen, ^GLast night I had an awful ^Bbdream. You were ^Flaying in the arms of a ^Cman I'd never seen. Come ^Dmclean Do^Freen. Come ^Dmclean Do^Freen. Come ^Dmclean Do^Freen. Come ^Dmclean Do^Freen.