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



Believe me, pretty mama

Better not treat me right

Just have to forget you

After tomorrow night