Gotta Travel On

Well, my pretty baby just left me this mornin' Said she didn't wanna see me no more Told me not to call her on the telephone And never come a-knockin' on her door Well, I fumed and I fussed, and I might have cried a little My head went a-spinnin' around But with a little bit of luck, and my little black book I'll have another'n before the sun goes down What my baby didn't know was the same thing happened Not once, but a half a dozen times And she didn't realize that with a telephone call I'd have another fickle chicken on the line But every time I leave I do my best to play the part Of the lovesick, heartbroke clown But with a little bit of luck, and my little black book I'll have another'n before the sun goes down Now I haven't got a thing against a pretty little woman Like her walk and her talk and her smile I've been likin' pretty girls since I found they wasn't boys And let me tell ya buddy, that's been quite a while I like the huggin' and the squeezin' and the kissin' and the teasin' But don't you let 'em push me around 'Cause with a little bit of luck, and my little black book I'll have another'n before the sun goes down Now that little girl's out a-tellin' everybody How she made a big fool out of me But while I'm out tonight a-rompin' and a-stompin' She'll be watchin' Dr. Casey on TV So girls, let me tell ya, better do a little thinkin' 'Fore you tell your lovin' man to leave town 'Cause with a little bit of luck, and a little black book He'll get another'n before the sun goes down 'Cause with a little bit of luck, and a little black book He'll get another'n before the sun goes down