Well 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)



Every night when I go to bed

I thank the Lord that my kids are fed

They live on beans eight days of nine

But I get 'em fat come pickin' time

(Got 'em fat come pickin' time)



Corn is yeller and the beans are high

That sun's hot in the lazy ol' sky

The work is hard till layin' by

Layin' by till pickin' time

(Layin' by till pickin' time)



Well it's hard to see by the coaloil light

And I turn it off pretty early every night

Cause a jug of coaloil costs a dime

But I'll stay up late come pickin' time

(stay up late come pickin' time)



Yes my ol' wagon barely gets me to town

I patched the wheels 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 morning when they passed the hat

It was still nearly empty back where I sat

But the preacher smiled and he said that's fine

(The Lord's gonna wait till pickin' time)

Yes the Lord's gonna wait till pickin' time