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 
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