(Spoken)
I got cotton in the bottom land
It`s up and growin` and I got a good stand
My good wife and them kids of mine
Gonna get new shoes, come Pickin` Time
Get new shoes come Pickin` Time.
Ev`ry night when I go to bed
I thank the Lord that my kids are fed
They live on beans eight days and nine
But I get `em fat come Pickin` Time
Get `em fat come come Pickin` Time.
The corn is yellow and the beans are high
The sun is hot in the summer sky
The work is hard til layin` by
Layin` by til Pickin` Time
Layin` by til Pickin` Time.
It`s hard to see by the coal-oil light
And I turn it off purty early at night
`Cause a jug of coal-oil costs a dime
But I stay up late come Pickin` Time
Stay up late come Pickin` Time.
My old wagon barely gets me to town
I patched the wheels and I watered `em down
Keep her in shape so she`ll be fine
To haul my cotton come Pickin` Time
Haul my cotton come Pickin` Time.
Last Sunday mornin` when they passed the hat
It was still nearly empty back where I sat
But the preacher smiled and said that`s fine
The Lord`ll wait til Pickin` Time
The Lord`ll wait til Pickin` Time.