Pickin' Time

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 will 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 is fine the lord will

Wait until picking time the

Lord'll wait until picking time