Down The Road
     Lester Flatt
 
  
     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