I’d rather be in Richmond in all the hail and rain Then to be in Georgia, boys, wearing that ball and chain 
Chorus Won’t get drunk no more Won’t get drunk no more Won’t get drunk no more Way down the old plank road 
I went down to Mobile to get on the gravel train Very next thing they heard of me, had on the ball and chain 
Doney, oh dear Doney, what makes you treat me so Caused me to wear the ball and chain and now my ankles sore 
Knoxville is a pretty place, Memphis is a beauty If you want to see them pretty girls, now hop to Chattanoogie 
I’m going to build me a scaffold on the mountain high So I can see my pretty girl as she goes riding by 
My wife died a Friday night, Saturday she was buried Sunday was my courting day, and Monday I got married 
Eighteen pounds of meat a week, whiskey here to sell How can a young man stay at home, pretty girls look so well 
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