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John Worsham: Music


(John Worsham)
July 6, 2015
John Worsham

Every Friday evening of every week of the year

I used to go down to Gino's, just about a mile from here

Walked in the front door - headed up to the bar

Tried to get a little Irish courage -  whiskey from a jar

She'd throw down a coaster, and say "What will it be?"

Before I knew what happened, She'd already served me three




Lorraine, Lorraine, who's gonna ease my pain?

Who's gonna over-pour till I'm on the floor from that liquid Novocain?

Lorraine, Lorraine, I really should abstain,

But before I go, I'm gonna have one mo' in mem'ry of

Miss Lorraine


All the old guys knew her, and said that she was fun

And such a pretty little thing way back when she was young

Until she met that fella who made her walk down the aisle

And left her high and dry, making her cry, taking away her smile

Leaving her with five kids she had to raise all alone

It was one big mountain to climb, but she did it all on her own (Chorus)



Somewhere up in heaven, where nobody says,"Last Call",

She's probably laughing and dancing and having herself a ball

One day we're gonna see her waiting at the pearly gate

Saying, "What's up, buttercup?  Where ya been?  You're late?!"



Last Chorus:

Lorraine, Lorraine, Who’s gonna know my name?

Who’s gonna have to think when they make my drink,

And not give me a Hurricane?