Sweet Lorraine Song Lyrics

Sweet Lorraine, the fiery-haired and
Brown-eyed schemer
Who came from a long line of drinkers and dreamers
Who knew that sunshine don't hold up to dark
Whose businesses fail, who sleep in the park

Lorraine who spoke of paintings in Paris
And outlandish things to her family just to scare us
Whose heart went pokin' where it shouldn't ought to
Whose mother could only spit at the thought of
Lorraine
Sweet Lorraine

Her father would tear out like a page of the bible
Then he'd burn down the house to announce his arrival