| When it’s peach pickin' time in Georgia
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| Apple pickin' time in Tennessee
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| Cotton pickin' time in Mississippi
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| Everybody picks on me When it’s roundup time in Texas
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| The cowboys make whoopee
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| Then down in old Alabama
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| It’s gal pickin' time to me Diodley, oley eh, diodley
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| There’s the bluegrass down in Kentucky
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| Virginia’s where they do the swing
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| Carolina now I’m coming
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| To you to spend the spring
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| Arkansas I hear you calling
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| I know I’ll see you soon
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| There’s where I’ll do a little pickin'
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| Underneath the Ozark moon
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| Diodley e oh, oley e oh, oley
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| Now, when hard times overtake you
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| I hope they don’t get me For I’ve got a sweety waiting
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| For me down in Tennessee
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| I know I’m going to see her
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| I hope it won’t be long
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| There’s where we’ll pick a little cabin
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| And call it our mountain home
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| Diodley e oh, diodley e oh, diodley e When the pickin' 'an pick the cotton
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| I’ll pick a wedding ring
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| We’ll go to town and pick a little gown
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| For the wedding in the Spring
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| I hope the preacher knows his business
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| I know he can’t fool me When it’s peach pickin' time in Georgia
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| It’s gal pickin' time to me Diodley e oh, diodley e oh, diodley e |