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
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'll never die

But 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

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'll never die

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