Crop Comes In - Chatham County Line
Written by：dave wilson
Sweet Marie I can hardly wait
There's gas in the tank tonight's our fate
Let us not part sore by the porches light
Let's go out together into the night
She said her friend Peter had a steady wage
A home for two numbers on the page
Well I thought for a while and that's when she spoke
The words as they started I thought a joke she said
Come see me when the crop comes in
When the water's high you can afford to spend
I'm high on the cotton and my dress is fine
I'd spend it all if you could be mine
I'm not the kind of woman that's bound to lose
So don't come around with your poor boy blues
Well she was sore from the moment she picked up
A plastic fork and a paper cup
But she laughed at the jokes and she sure could smile
Something cheap as love should last a while she said
Come see me when the crop comes in
When the water's high you can afford to spend
I'm high on the cotton and my dress is fine
I'd spend it all if you could be mine
I'm not the kind of woman that's bound to lose
So don't come around with your poor boy blues
Does a diamond really talk that loud
Does just love not make you proud
When you've got all you can use
Don't bore me with your rich girl blues
Well Sweet Marie I could hardly wait
Back when I thought you were my fate
A diamond told you to walk that aisle
Even though you could have been
Could have been my style
Come see me when the crop comes in
When the water's high you can afford to spend
I'm high on the cotton and my dress is fine
I wouldn't spend it all if you could be mine
