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
(G) Backwoods folks take sides (C) from the middle (G)
(G) Backwoods folks is old (C) and brittle
But they (G) sway like a tree to the sound (C) of a (G) fiddle (GCG)
From the (G) Jones boy (D) across the holler (G)
From the (G) Jones boy (D) across the way (G)
You can hear him late (C) at (D) night (G)
You can hear him in the first light (C) of the day (D) (G) (GCG)
There’s a (G) contest coming and a ticket (C) to (G) Nashville (GCG)
And the (G) Jones boy (D) aims to (G) play
A (G) contest coming and a ticket (C) to Nashville (G)
And the (G)Jones boy (D) aims to (G) win