I love your pretty face   It just brings me back   To our younger days      When the world    Seemed full of grace   You wore your Sunday suit   And I wore lace      We drove down to Mexico   It was the furthest place we could go   Fifty bucks and a band of gold   Where we got the guts   I'll never know      The kids are grown up now   And moved away   But I can't feel alone now   I've got your pretty face   Your pretty face      Call me a fool, I guess   But know that this is a fool   Who loves you best   The good, the bad, and all the rest   Each day I see your face   I know I'm blessed      Some friends that we know   Now have passed away   But I can't feel alone now   I've got your pretty face   Pretty face      Call me a fool, I guess   But know that this is a fool   Who loves you best   The good, the bad, and all the rest   Each day I see your face   I know I'm blessed   Each day I see your face   I know I'm blessed