Down the Old Plank Road

Grandpa Jones

I’d rather be in Richmond
In all the hail and rain
Than to be in Georgia
Wearin’ the ball and chain

Don’t get drunk no more
Don’t get drunk no more
Don’t get drunk no more
Way down the old plank road

I went down to Mobile
To get on the gravel train
Very next thing they heard of me
I was wearin’ the ball and chain

Don’t get drunk no more
Don’t get drunk no more
Don’t get drunk no more
Way down the old plank road

Glory!

Well, Dodie Odie Dodie
What makes you treat me so?
Caused me to wear the ball and chain
And now my ankle’s sore

Don’t get drunk no more
Don’t get drunk no more
Don’t get drunk no more
Way down the old plank road

Well Knoxville is a pretty place
Memphis is a beauty
If you want to see them pretty gals
Now hop to Chattanoogie

Don’t get drunk no more
Don’t get drunk no more
Don’t get drunk no more
Way down the old plank road

I’m gonna build me a scaffold
On that mountain high
So I can see them pretty gals
As they go ridin’ by
Don’t get drunk no more
Don’t get drunk no more
Don’t get drunk no more
Way down the old plank road

Glory Hallelujah!

Well my wife died a Friday night
Saturday she was buried
Sunday was my courtin’ day
And Monday I got married

Don’t get drunk no more
Don’t get drunk no more
Don’t get drunk no more
Way down the old plank road
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Lyrics submitted by Mary Adair.

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