PEACH PICKIN’ TIME IN GEORGIA
Words and music by Jimmie Rodgers and Clayton McMichen.
As recorded by Jimmie Rodgers, 1928.

When it's peach-pickin' time in Georgia, apple-pickin' time in Tennessee,
Cotton-pickin' time in Mississippi, ev'rybody picks on me.
When it's round-up time in Texas, the cowboys make whoopee,
Then down in old Alabama, it's gal-pickin' time to me. [YODEL]

There's the bluegrass down in Kentucky. Virginia's where they do the swing.
Carolina, now I'm coming, to you to spend the spring.
Arkansas, I hear you calling. I know I'll see you soon.
There's where I'll do a little pickin', underneath the Ozark moon. [YODEL]

Now when hard times overtake you, I hope they don't get me,
For I've got a sweetie waiting, for me down in Tennessee.
I know I'm going to see her. I hope it won't be long.
There's where we'll pick a little cabin, and call it our mountain home. [YODEL]

When the pickaninnies pick the cotton, I'll pick a wedding ring.
We’ll go to town and pick a little gown for the wedding in the spring.
Hope the preacher knows his bus'ness. I know he can't fool me.
When it's peach-pickin' time in Georgia, it's gal-pickin time to me. [YODEL]