Pickin' Time · letra

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I got cotton in the bottom land It's up and growing and I got a good stand My good wife and them kids of mine Gonna get new shoes, come Picking Time Get new shoes come Picking Time Every 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 them fat come Picking Time Get them fat come come Picking Time The corn is yellow and the beans are high The sun is hot in the summer sky The work is hard til laying by Laying by until Picking Time Laying by until Picking Time It's hard to see by the coal-oil light And I turn it off purty early at night Because a jug of coal-oil costs a dime But I stay up late come Picking Time Stay up late come Picking Time My old wagon barely gets me to town I patched the wheels and I watered them down Keep her in shape so she'll be fine To haul my cotton come Picking Time Haul my cotton come Picking Time Last Sunday morning 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 until Picking Time The Lord'll wait until Picking Time