Down The Road
down the road
now down the road just a mile or two lives a little girl named pearly blue, bout so high her hair is brown prettiest thing boys in this town

now anytime you want to know where i going down the road, get my girl on the line, you find me there most any time

now everyday and sunday too, i go to see my pearly blue, before ya hear that rooster crow, see me heading down the road

now old man flatt he owned a farm, from the hog lot to the barn, from the barn to the rail, he made is livin by carrying the mail

now everytime i get the blues, i walk the soles right off my shoes, don't know why i love her so, gal of mine lives down the road