Believe me, pretty mama
Better not treat me right
Just have to forget you
After tomorrow night
Believe me, pretty mama
Better take your picture too
Don't want to remember
What a good looking girl can do
Don't send me no letter
Don't write me no postcard
Thinking about you, baby
Makes it twice as hard
Believe me, pretty mama
Better not treat me right
Just have to forget you
After tomorrow night
Well I`m sitting here
On the sudden(?)
Watching the trees go by
My baby, at the end of the depot(?)
Lay me down and cry