Letras
I would not be in Richmond 'tween all the hail and rain
Than for to be in Georgia wearing 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 I was wearing a 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
Joe, my dear Joanie, what makes you feel so bad?
Tossed me away this 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 beat and weak whiskey here to sell
Why can't a young man stay at home
Where the 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 gonna build a scaffold out on the mountainside
So I can see them 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