Down The Road

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

Down the road, down the road

Got a little pretty girl 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

Down the road, down the road

Got a little pretty girl down the road

Now everyday and Sunday too

I go to see my Pearly Blue

Before you hear the rooster crow

See me headed down the road

Down the road, down the road

Got a little 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 old time

Down the road, down the road

Got a little pretty girl down the road

Old man Parmley owned the farm

From the hog lot to the barn

From the barn to the rail

He made his living by carrying the mail

Down the road, down the road

Got a little pretty girl down the road