More Pretty Girls Than One

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