Gene Watson - 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 ( steel ) 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