Letras
I got cotton in the bottom land
It's up and grown and I got a big 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 and nine
But I'll get them fat come pickin' time
Get them fat come pickin' time
The corn is yellow and the beans are 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 fuel oil light
And I turn it off pretty early at night
'Cause a jug of coal oil costs a dime
But I'll 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 them 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'll wait till pickin' time"
The Lord'll wait till pickin' time