Threshing Time
Threshing Time -Bluegrass

Threshing Time © By Mary Beth Cross


Vs 1.

When I was just a toe head boy, no more than ten
Working on my Daddy’s farm it was hard to find a friend
August held a Christmas charm the grain grew tall and then
After months of endless toil, it was threshing time again
Vs 2.
Mamma and her sisters prepared the week ahead
Chocolate cakes, lemon pie, salads to be spread
Neighbors came from nearby farms, the work all done by hand
When they hauled in the stacks of grain it was threshing time again

Chorus
Threshing time was a time to share the laughter and the pain
Stories were all woven in the reapin’ of the grain
Guitar and the fiddle filled the evening air
Aunt Loretta played accordion, it was threshing time again


Vs 3.
One year Dad told the story how he met ma
He was at the country dance when he saw her walking up
His calloused hand brushed her downy skin as he offered lemonade
Her blue eyes smiled back at him they were married the next May

Chorus:
Threshing time was a time to share the laughter and the pain
Stories were all woven in the reapin’ of the grain
Guitar and the fiddles filled the evening air
Mama dealt the cards, it was threshing time again
Threshing time was a time to share the laughter and the pain
Stories were all woven in the reaping of the grain
Guitar and the fiddles filled the evening air
Ma dealt the cards, it was threshing time again

Ma dealt the cards, it was threshing time again