Now down the road about a mile or two
Lives a little girl named Pearly Blue
About so high and her hair is brown
Prettiest things boys in the town
Now every day and Sunday too
I walk the soles right off my shoes
I don't know why I love her so
That gal of mine lived down the road
Now any time you want to know
Where I'm heading down the road
Get my girl on the line
You'll find me there most any old time
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Now old man had she owns the farm
From the hog lot to the barn
From the barn to the rail
He makes his living by carrying the mail
Now every day and Sunday too
I go to see my Pearly Blue
Before you hear that rooster crow
You see me headed down the road
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