Letra de Pickin’ Time - Johnny Cash

I got cotton in the bottom land

It's up and growing and I got a good stand

My good wife and them kids of mine

Gonna get new shoes, come Picking Time

Get new shoes come Picking 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 them fat come Picking Time

Get them fat come come Picking Time

The corn is yellow and the beans are high

The sun is hot in the summer sky

The work is hard til laying by

Laying by until Picking Time

Laying by until Picking Time

It's hard to see by the coal-oil light

And I turn it off purty early at night

Because a jug of coal-oil costs a dime

But I stay up late come Picking Time

Stay up late come Picking 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 Picking Time

Haul my cotton come Picking Time

Last Sunday morning 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 until Picking Time

The Lord'll wait until Picking Time

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