sweet lorraine the fiery haired 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 sleeps 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 have

whose mother could only spit at the thought

lorraine, sweet lorraine

her father would tear out like a poge of the bible

then he'd burn down the house to announce his arrival

her mother was working and never was home

lorraine carved out a little life of her own

lorraine started working, lorraine went to school

her mother threw stones at her on the day that she moved

now isn't that a very strange thing to do

for someone who never really wanted you

lorraine, sweet lorraine

her daddy callled her a slut and a whore

on the night before her wedding day

the very next morning at the church

her daddy gave lorraine sway

lorraine, sweet lorraine

in the battle of time in the battle of will

it's only your hope and your heart that gets killed

and it gets harder and harder lorraine, to believe in magic

when what came before you is so very tragic

lorraine, sweet lorraine

lorraine, sweet lorraine