Now 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



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



Now everyday and Sunday too

I go to see my Pearly Blue

Before you hear that rooster crow

You'll see me headed down the road



Now old man Flatt he owned the farm

From the hog lot to the barn

From the barn to the rail

He made his living by carrying the mail



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 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



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