There’s more pretty girls than one
More pretty girls than one
Any old town that I ramble all around in
There’s more pretty girls than one
Mama talked to me last night
She gave to me some good advice
She said “Son you ought to quit this old ramblin’ all around
And marry you a sweet loving wife”
Honey look down that old lonesome road
Hang down your pretty head and cry
Cause I’m thinking all about them pretty little gals
And hoping that I’ll never die