Lyrics:

According to Old 97’s lead singer Rhett Miller, this song is named after a real girl named Doreen who was the number one fan of Miller’s old bluegrass band, Killbilly.
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'
Now 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
This 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

Come clean, Doreen
Come clean, Doreen
Come clean, Doreen
Come clean, Doreen
Come clean, Doreen
Come clean, Doreen