One, two   One, two, three, four      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 in   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 never die      'Cause 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      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 never die      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