Here are the verses I sing for "Lynchburg Town." The song was describing the batteaux (the spelling used for flat-bottomed boats on the upper James River) which carried cargo to towns like Lynchburg.

CHORUS:
I'm goin' down to town,
I'm goin' down to town,
I'm goin'down to Lynchburg Town,
Floatin' my tobacco down.

Tobacco's sellin' high,
Tobacco's sellin' high,
Tobacco's bringin' in fifteen cents,
But there's nobody there to buy.

Chorus

Tobacco's sellin' low,
Tobacco's sellin' low,
Tobacco's bringin' in seven cents,
So I don't believe I'll go.

Chorus

Eighteen pounds of meat a week,
Whiskey for to sell,
How can a young man stay at home,
Pretty girls look so well?

Chorus

I went down to town,
Bought me a jug of wine,
They took me out to the whippin' post,
And they gave me ninety nine.

Chorus

I went back to town,
Bought me a jug of gin,
The took me out to the whippin'post
And they gave me hell again.

Chorus

Padre