Harvest Time

Cool and cloudy nights upon Boll Mountain, Alabama
 Flashing through my mind was Big Homer's reputation
 The clouds rolled by and then I saw the shadow of a lady
 I was stealing corn from Homer Lawson's field
 A man who really didn't give a damn
 It was Homer's lovely daughter Julie Ann
 The rattle of the cornstalks and the bark of Homer's hound dog
 They say he shot ol' Mountain Joe for just one ear of corn
 I smelled the perfume in her hair as she sat down beside me
 Made me hug the ground and lie dead still
 And laughed the day they laid him in the ground
 Well, I can hear the breaking of the sticks
 From someone's footsteps
 I thank God for cloudy nights and Alabama's whiskey stills
 But shaky legs just can't get up and run
 And harvest time in Homer Lawson's field
 And as I lay there breathless, the next thing I expected
 I thank God for cloudy nights and Alabama's whiskey stills
 Was a blast of hell from Homer Lawson's gun
 And harvest time in Homer Lawson's field