More Pretty Girls Than One lyrics

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...