When its peach pickin time in Georgia,
Apple pickin time in Tennesee
Cotton pickin time in Mississippi, Everybody picks on me
When its roundup time in Texas, The Cowboys make Whoopee
And way down in old Alabamy, Its gal pickin time to me
There's the bluegrass in old Kentucky, Virginia's where they do the swing
Carolina now I'm coming to you, Coming just to spend the spring
Arkansas I hear you calling, I know I'll see you soon
There is where we'll do some pickin, Beneath that ole Ozark moon
Now when the hard times overtake you, I hope that they don't get me
For I've got a sweetie waiting, for me down in Tennesee
I know that I'm going to see her, I hope that it won't be long
There' where we'll pick a little cabin, and call it our mountain home
When the pickininees pick the cotton, I'll pick a wedding ring
We'll go to town a pick a little gown, For the wedding in the Spring
I hope the preacher knows his business, I know he can't fool me
Cuz when its peach pickin time in Georgia, Its gal pickin time for me