Down the Old Plank Road Lyrics

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.