There's more pretty girls than one

More pretty girls then one

Every old town that I rambled around

And there's more pretty girls than one



Mama talked to me last night

She gave me some good advise

She said "Son, you'd better quit this old ramblin' all around

And mary you a sweet little wife"



(break)



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 a-hopin' that I never die



There's more pretty girls than one

There's more pretty girls then one

Every old town that I rambled around

And there's more pretty girls than one



(break)