Down The Old Plank Road
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I would not be in Richmond 'tween all the hail and rain
Than for to be in Georgia wearin' that ball and chain
Won't get drunk no more
Won't get drunk no more
Won't get drunk no more
Way down the Old Plank Road
I went down to Mobile, got on the gravel train
The very next thing they heard of, wearin' that ball and chain
Won't get drunk no more
Won't get drunk no more
Won't get drunk no more
Way down the Old Plank Road
~ Instrumental break ~
Joney, my dear Joney, what makes you treat me so
Caused me to wear that ball and chain, now my ankle's sore
Won't get drunk no more
Won't get drunk no more
Won't get drunk no more
Way down the Old Plank Road
Eighteen pounds of meat a week, whiskey here to sell
How can any man stay at home, pretty girls look so well
Won't get drunk no more
Won't get drunk no more
Won't get drunk no more
Way down the Old Plank Road
I'm going to build a scaffold on the mountainside
So I can see those pretty gals as they go riding by
Won't get drunk no more
Won't get drunk no more
Won't get drunk no more
Way down the Old Plank Road
Won't get drunk no more
Won't get drunk no more
Won't get drunk no more
Way down the Old Plank Road
Won't get drunk no more
Won't get drunk no more
Won't get drunk no more
Way down the Old Plank Road
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• (Transcribed 01DEC2023 caj)