Bill Staines Lynchburg Town
I'm going downtown
I'm going down to town
I'm going down to Lynchburg Town
Toting my tobacco down
Times are getting hard
Money getting scarce
I'm gonna sell all my cotton and corn
And I'm gonna leave this place
I'm going down to town
I'm going down to town
I'm going down to Lynchburg Town
Toting my tobacco down
Tobacco's selling high
Tobacco's selling high
Tobacco's bringing in fifteen cents
But there's nobody there to buy
I'm going down to town
I'm going down to town
I'm going down to Lynchburg Town
Toting my tobacco down
Tobacco's selling low
Tobacco's selling low
Tobacco won't bring eleven cents
And I'll be damned if I have to go
I'm going down to town
I'm going down to town
I'm going down to Lynchburg Town
Toting my tobacco down
Now when I went down to town
I got me a jug of wine
Sheriff threw me in the old hoosegow
And he gave me forty-nine
I'm going down to town
I'm going down to town
I'm going down to Lynchburg Town
Toting my tobacco down
Now when I get down to town
I'm gonna get me a jug of gin
Sheriff'll throw me in the old hoosegow
And he'll give me hell again
I'm going down to town
I'm going down to town
I'm going down to Lynchburg Town
Toting my tobacco down
I'm gonna get me some posts
And i'll fence my grave around
Keep Bill Jones' old grey sow
From rootin' me out of the ground
I'm going down to town
I'm going down to town
I'm going down to Lynchburg Town
Toting my tobacco down
I'm going down to town
I'm going down to town
I'm going down to Lynchburg Town
Toting my tobacco down
I'm going down to Lynchburg Town
Toting my tobacco down
