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.