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