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.

Ev´ry 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 get ´em fat come Pickin´ Time
Get ´em fat come come Pickin´ Time.

The corn is yellow and the beans are high
The sun is hot in the summer sky
The work is hard til layin´ by
Layin´ by til Pickin´ Time
Layin´ by til Pickin´ Time.

It´s hard to see by the coal-oil light
And I turn it off purty early at night
´Cause a jug of coal-oil 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 mornin´ 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 til Pickin´ Time
The Lord´ll wait til Pickin´ Time.