Gene Watson - Harvest Time lyrics

rate me

(Bill Emerson - Lewis Moore - Carrol Dunham)

Cool and cloudy night upon Boll Mountain Alabama

I was stealing corn from Homer Lawson's Field

The rattle of the cornstalks and the bark of Homer's hound dog

Made me hug the ground and lie dead still.

Flashing through my mind was Big Homer's reputation

A man who really didn't give a damn

They say he shot ol' Mountain Joe for just one ear of corn

And laughed the day they laid him in the ground.

Well, I can hear the breaking of the sticks from someone's footsteps

But shaky legs just can't get up and run

And as I lay there breathless the next thing I expected

Was a blast of hell from Homer Lawson's gun.

--- Instrumental ---

The clouds rolled by and then I saw the shadow of a lady

It was Homer's lovely daughter Julie Ann

I smelled the perfume in her hair as she sat down beside me

Whispered papa's running moonshine again.

I thank God for cloudy nights and Alabama's whiskey stills

And harvest times in Homer Lawson's field

I thank God for cloudy nights and Alabama's whiskey stills

And harvest times in Homer Lawson's field...