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.