Down the Road

Once upon a time I had a mean old woman,

She put me on the street with my old coonhound

Hole my heart I picked up the bottle

And I headed on into town

Never did like when I played the fiddle

I made up a tune on my old banjo

I started drinkin’

She stared screamin’

And I start on down the road

Down the road

Down the road

All my people live down the road

Down the road

Down the road

All my people live down the road

Went on back to the Long Lake Tavern

Where I came up playin’ them old-time songs

The band said,

“Son, get out your fiddle,

Can you still play along?”

Played all night, wore out my fingers

We ran outta songs so me made up more

We kept on singing to the drunks and the dancers

And the line goin’ out the door

Down the road

Down the road

All my people live down the road

Down the road

Down the road

All my people live down the road

Down the road

Down the road

All my people live down the road

Down the road

Down the road

All my people live down the road