| There’s more pretty girls than one
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| More pretty girls then one
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| Every old town that I rambled around
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| And there’s more pretty girls than one
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| Mama talked to me last night
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| She gave me some good advise
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| She said «Son, you’d better quit this old ramblin' all around
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| And mary you a sweet little wife»
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| Honey, look down that old lonesome road
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| Hang down your pretty head and cry
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| 'cause I’m thinking all about them pretty little gals
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| And a-hopin' that I never die
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| There’s more pretty girls than one
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| There’s more pretty girls then one
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| Every old town that I rambled around
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| And there’s more pretty girls than one |