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harvest time - gene watson lyrics

[verse 1]
cool and cloudy night upon bull 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 freely didn’t give a d*mn
they say he shot ol’ mountain joe for just one ear of corn
and laughed the day they laid him in the ground

[chorus]
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 h*ll from homer lawson’s gun

[interlude]

[verse 2]
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”

[chorus]
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

- gene watson lyrics

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