Pickin' Time Lyrics

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