Cream of the Crop Lyrics

While a farmer drug a plow through the Tennessee dirt
Back home his wife was givin' birth
To a pretty little blue-eyed blonde haired girl
She was their sweet pea
She began to bloom like a flower in a pot
Mama's little baby was the cream of the crop
The years rolled by now she's as sweet as cherry pie
She's still the apple of her daddy's eye
Thought that he could keep her back down on the farm
But she's all grown up
Wishin' he could turn back the hands on the clock
Daddy's little baby was the cream of the crop
(Chorus)
Oh, oh, oh watchin' her grow
Oh, oh I wonder if she knows
Is she aware of what she's got
Makes these country boys so hot
Ready for the pickin', she's the cream of the crop

Bet her kiss is sweet as elderberry wine
She could melt my heart with just her hand in mine
Oh, I'd be the luckiest man alive
If she were my sweet pea
If every girl in the state was standin' in one spot
It'd be easy to see she's the cream of the crop
(Repeat chorus twice)