[1] Now down the road 'bout a mile or [6m] two
[1] Lives a little girl named [5] Pearly [1] Blue
About so high her hair is [6m] brown
[1] Prettiest thing boys [5] in this [1] 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

Now anytime you wanna know
Where I'm a-headin' down the road
To get my girl on the line
You'll find me there most any old time

Now old man Hicks he owns the farm
From the hog lot to the barn
From the barn to the rail
He made his living by carrying the mail

Now everyday and Sunday too
I go to see my Pearly Blue
Before you hear the rooster crow
You'll see me headin' down the road

Now down the road bout' a mile or two
Lives a little girl named Pearly Blue
About so high her hair is brown
Prettiest thing boys in this town