Pickin' Tomatoes

I'm pickin' tomatoes,

And I do it for you.

I'm pickin' tomatoes

The whole day through.

I go into the field to make me some money

By having a good time with my honey,

And the sun looks over the hill.

I don't feel tired

When I see your smile,

Know I feel the pain

In my bones.

But I don't mind working so hard

For I know we'll never be apart,

And the sun looks over the hill.

I'm pickin' tomatoes,

And I do it for you.

I'm pickin' tomatoes

The whole day through.

When my bag is filled with fruit

I'd take a little rest in the wood,

And the sun is already down again,

And the sun is already down again,

And the sun is already down again.