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 in nine but I get 'em fat come pickin' time Got 'em fat come pickin' time The corn is yellow and my beans're high the sun is hot in the summer sky The work is hard till layin' by layin' by till pickin' time layin' by till pickin' time It's hard to see by the coaloil light and I took it off pretty early at night Cause a jug of coaloil 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 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 till pickin' time The Lord'll wait till pickin' time
