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 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 till layin' by   Layin' by till pickin' time   Layin' by till 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 till pickin' time   The Lord'll wait till pickin' time