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