| Now down the road just a mile or two
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| Lives a little girl named Pearly Blue
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| About so high and her hair is brown
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| The Prettiest thing boys in this town
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| Now anytime you want to know
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| Where I’m going, down the road
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| Get my girl on the line
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| You’ll find me there most any old time
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| Now everyday and Sunday too
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| I go to see my Pearly Blue
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| Before you hear that rooster crow
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| You’ll see me headed down the road
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| Now old man Flatt he owned the farm
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| From the hog lot to the barn
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| From the barn to the rail
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| He made his living by carrying the mail
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| Now every time I get the blues
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| I walk the soles right off my shoes
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| I don’t know why I love her so
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| That gal of mine lives down the road |