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
   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