""My late husband was born in Altoona, Georgia, now covered by the Altoona Dam Project. It was natural that he write a song about Georgia. 'Pappy,' as we called him, wrote 'Peach Pickin' Time In Georgia' one night when I took our two daughters, June and Juanita, to visit my mother in Cartersville, Georgia. He always wanted us near and would never travel anywhere without us. He was so lonesome for us that night, he couldn't sleep. So he got up and sat up all night writing the song. Jimmie Rodgers and 'Pappy' were good friends, Jimmie recorded several other songs he had written." — Mrs. Clayton McMichen

Peach Pickin' Time In Georgia

When it's peach pickin' time in Georgia, apple pickin' time in Tennessee
Cotton pickin' time in Mississippi, everybody picks on me When it's round-up time in Texas, the cowboys make whoopee
Then down in old Alabama, it's gal pickin' time to me.

There's the blue grass down in Kentucky, Virginia's where they do the swing
Carolina I'm coming to you to spend the spring
Arkansas, I hear you calling; I know I'll see you soon
There's where I'll do a little pickin', underneath the Ozark moon.

Now, when hard times overtake you, I hope they don't get me
For I've got a sweetie, waiting for me down in Tennessee
I know I'm going to see her, I hope it won't be long
There's where we'll pick a little cabin and call it our mountain home.

When the piccaninnies pick the cotton, I'll pick a wedding ring
We'll go down and pick a little gown for the wedding in the spring
I hope the preacher knows his business, I know he can't fool me
When it's peach pickin' time in Georgia, it's gal pickin' time for me.