There’s more pretty girls than one
More pretty girls than one
Any old town that I ramble all around
There’s more pretty girls than one
Now mama talked to me last night
She gave to me some good advice
Said son you ought to quit that old rambling all around
And marry you a sweet loving wife
Now look down that long lonesome road
Hang down your head and cry
I’m thinking all about them pretty little gals
And hoping that I’ll never die