| I got cotton in the bottom land
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| It’s up and growin' and I got a good stand
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| My good wife and them kids of mine
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| Gonna get new shoes, come Pickin' Time
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| Get new shoes come Pickin' Time.
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| Ev’ry night when I go to bed
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| I thank the Lord that my kids are fed
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| They live on beans eight days and nine
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| But I get 'em fat come Pickin' Time
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| Get 'em fat come come Pickin' Time.
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| The corn is yellow and the beans are high
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| The sun is hot in the summer sky
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| The work is hard til layin' by
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| Layin' by til Pickin' Time
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| Layin' by til Pickin' Time.
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| It’s hard to see by the coal-oil light
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| And I turn it off purty early at night
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| 'Cause a jug of coal-oil costs a dime
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| But I stay up late come Pickin' Time
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| Stay up late come Pickin' Time.
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| My old wagon barely gets me to town
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| I patched the wheels and I watered 'em down
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| Keep her in shape so she’ll be fine
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| To haul my cotton come Pickin' Time
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| Haul my cotton come Pickin' Time.
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| Last Sunday mornin' when they passed the hat
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| It was still nearly empty back where I sat
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| But the preacher smiled and said that’s fine
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| The Lord’ll wait til Pickin' Time
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| The Lord’ll wait til Pickin' Time. |