Mama talked to me last night
She gave me some good advice
Said boy, You'd better quit some rambling all around
And marry you a sweet little wife
Little girl You turned me down
You left me all alone
I'm leaving you this lonesome song
To sing when I am gone
Look down that lonesome road
Hang down your head and cry
For thinking about those pretty little girls
And hoping I'll never die.
There's more pretty girls than one
There's more pretty girls than one
For every town I rambled around
I always found me one