Down the Road

Down the road about a mile or two
Lives a little girl named Pearly Blue
'Bout so high and her hair is brown
Prettiest thing, boys, in this town

Chorus
Down the road, down the road
Got me a pretty girl down the road

Now anytime you want to 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 the rooster crow
You'll see me headed down the road

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 her old man he owns the farm
From the hog lot to the barn
From the barn to the rail
He makes his living by carrying the mail