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


But 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

So 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 never die