Pretty Face

I love your pretty face
It just brings me back
To our younger days

When the world
Seemed full of grace
You wore your Sunday suit
And I wore lace

We drove down to Mexico
It was the furthest place we could go
Fifty bucks and a band of gold
Where we got the guts
I'll never know

The kids are grown up now
And moved away
But I can't feel alone now
I've got your pretty face
Your pretty face

Call me a fool, I guess
But know that this is a fool
Who loves you best
The good, the bad, and all the rest
Each day I see your face
I know I'm blessed

Some friends that we know
Now have passed away
But I can't feel alone now
I've got your pretty face
Pretty face

Call me a fool, I guess
But know that this is a fool
Who loves you best
The good, the bad, and all the rest
Each day I see your face
I know I'm blessed
Each day I see your face
I know I'm blessed