[Verse 1]
Well, I've got cotton in the bottom land
Up and growing and I've got a good stand
My good wife and them kids of mine
Are gonna get new shoes come picking time

[Verse 2]
Every night when I go to bed
I thank the Lord that my kids are fed
They live on beans eight days of nine
But I'll get 'em fat come picking time

[Verse 3]
The corn is yellow and the beans are high
That sun is hot in that lazy old sky
The work is hard 'til laying by
Laying by 'til picking time

[Verse 4]
It's hard to see by a coal oil light
And I turn it off pretty early every night
'Cause a jug of coal oil costs a dime
But I'll stay up late come picking time

[Verse 5]
Yes, my old wagon barely gets me to town
I patched the wheels and I watered 'em down
I keep her in shape so she'll be fine
To haul my cotton come picking time
[Verse 6]
That Sunday morning when they passed the hat
It was still pretty empty back where I sat
But the preacher smiled and he said, "That's fine
The Lord's gonna wait 'til picking time"

[Outro]
Yes, the Lord's gonna wait 'til picking time