Johnson had an old gray horse
And his name was Martin Brown,
And every foot that Martin had
Covered an acre of ground
 
Chorus:

Who's goin' down to town?
Who's goin' down to town?
Now, who's goin' down to
   Lynchburg town
To take my terbaccer down?

Oh, once I had a big old dog,
And I wish they'd bring him back.
He run those old hogs o'er the fence
And the little ones thru the cracks.

Oh, I had a little gal
And I brought her from the South.
Her hair was wrapped so very tight,
She couldn't shut her mouth.

Possum up a 'simmon tree
And raccoon on the ground.
That raccoon says: "You son of a gun,
Shake them 'simmons down!"