Watson, Gene - Harvest Time Lyrics






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

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





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  1. B.... M....

    I,ve never heard this before.

  2. s.... ....

    I have been in search for this song for years. My grandfather used to play this song in his truck while we would drive with the windows down through dirt roads on our way to go fishing. It was our song. He sadly passed away in 2009 and I have forever been in search for it. Today was my lucky day, this song brings back so many memories.. thank you so much for posting this

    s.... ....

    staceyalices how did you finally find it, dumb luck or did you know some of the words?

  3. R.... B....

    This song is unknown by a lot of people

  4. g.... ....

    Thanks for posting this great song.

  5. O.... O....

    Terrific entertainer! I love his music! Thanks for this post!!

  6. O.... O....

    Fantastic entertainer. He's so considerate of his fans!