by Jimmy Dean (1928-2010)
Original 1962 Recording (MP3, 3.5MB)
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’a 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 ’fore 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.
Well, 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 ’fore 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;
Yeah, I’ve been likin’ pretty girls since I found they wasn’t boys,
And lemme 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 ’fore the sun goes down!
Now that little girl’s out a-tellin’ everybody
How she made a big fool outta 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 ’fore the sun goes down!