Contest Coming (Cripple Creek) Lyrics

Sybil sits in a rocking chair Chewing tobacco and spitting out cares Sound of a fiddle floating thru the air From the Jones boy across the holler From the Jones boy across the way Backwoods folks take sides from the middle Backwoods folks is old and brittle But they sway like a tree to the sound of a fiddle From the Jones boy across the holler From the Jones boy across the way You can hear him late at night You can hear him in the first light of the day There's a contest coming and a ticket to Nashville And the Jones boy aims to play A contest coming and a ticket to Nashville And the Jones boy aims to play Sybil sits in a rocking chair Chewing tobacco and spitting out cares Sound of a fiddle floating thru the air From the Jones boy across the holler From the Jones boy across the way You can hear him late at night You can hear him in the first light of the day There's a contest coming and a ticket to Nashville And the Jones boy aims to play A contest coming and a ticket to Nashville And the Jones boy aims to win