Doreen Lyrics - Hitchhike To Rhome - Old 97's

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