Cat. #0388 (MFH #146) - As sung by Retha Hanna, West Fork, Arkansas on August 19, 1959
VERSE 1
As I walked out, early one morn
I heard an ole bachelor making his mourn
Of all th pretty girls there are to see
I cain't find a pretty girl to marry me
VERSE 2
I've rode three hoss's plum to death
Rode an ole mule till he had no breath
I've rode my saddle off to th tree
But I cain't find a pretty girl to marry me
VERSE 3
He kicked an' he screamed an' he hollered an' he cried
In that condition, he laid till he died
Of all th pretty girls there are to see
I cain't find a pretty girl to marry me
VERSE 4
I've rode three hoss's plum to death
Rode an ole mule till he had no breath
I've rode my saddle off to th tree
But I cain't find a pretty girl to marry me