Down The Road

Now, down the road, just a mile or two

Lives a little girl named Pearly Blue

About so high and her hair is brown

The prettiest thing, boys, in this town

Now, any time you wanna know

Where I'm going, down the road

Get my girl on the line

You'll find me there most any time

Now, every day and Sunday too

I go to see my Pearly Blue

Before you hear that rooster crow

You'll see me headed 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 his living by carrying the mail

Now, every time I get the blues

I walk the soles right off my shoes

I don't know why I love her so

That gal of mine lives down the road

Now, down the road, just a mile or two

Lives a little girl named Pearly Blue

About so high and her hair is brown

The prettiest thing, boys, in this town

Now, every time I get the blues

I walk the soles right off my shoes

I don't know why I love her so

That gal of mine lives down the road