Peach Pickin’ Time in Georgia

When it·'s peach pickin' time in Georgia
Apple pickin' time in Tennessee
Cotton pickin' time in Mississippi
Every body pickes on me!
When it's round-up time in Texas
The cowboys make whoopee;
Then down in old Carolina, boys
It's gal pickin' time for me

(Yodel)

We pick bluegrass in old Kentucky
Texas is where we do the swing;
At squares in old Virginny
We really make those rafters ring
Ah, but Caroline, I hear you callin'
And I hope to see you soon
There I hope to do a little pickin'
Underneath the harvest moon

(Yodel)

When the hard times come a-knockin'
I won't let the blues catch me;
'Cause I've got a sweetheart in old Caroline
And I know she waits for me
I'll be going to see her
And I know it won't be long
'Til we pick a little cabin
To call our mountain home

(Yodel)

Now, when the old folks pick the cotton
We'll be pickin' rings;
We'll go to town, buy a suit and a gown
For a wedding in the spring
I hope the preacher knows his business;
I know he can't fool me
'Cause when it's peach pickin' time in
Georgia, boys
It's gal pickin' time for me

(Yodel)