Contest Coming (Cripple Creek)

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 win