Cotton Pickin' Time

On a Mississippi mornin'

My dad yelled out a warnin'

Son, you better hit that cotton patch soon

And on my way down to the field

As I passed Old Johnson's mill

I saw Becky Morgan, skinny dippin' nudeWell, I couldn't help but stop and stare

Hypnotized I stood right there

Enchanted by the beauty that I'd seen

Then she gave me a come here smile

Nearly drove my body wild

I fell down tryin' to kick off my jeansWell, on that cotton pickin' mornin'

I met up with Becky Morgan

You know that day I didn't get to work on time

And in the days of my December

I know I will remember

Sowin' oats at cotton pickin' timeWell I lost my job that summer

But I guess I had it comin'

'Cause pickin' that cotton just wasn't on my mind

But you don't need too much money

When you got a Tupelo honey

Keepin' you cool in the Mississippi hot sunshineAnd every cotton pickin' mornin'

I met up with Becky Morgan

The whole dang summer I never got to work on time

And in the days of my December

I know I will remember

Sowin' oats at cotton pickin' timeWe've come along way since then

Now I own that cotton gin

And I bought that mill just to make her smile

And to keep our love from growin' old

We still go down there to that hole

Skinny dip and Becky is just as wildNow every cotton pickin' mornin'

I wake up with Becky Morgan

And to this day I never get to work on time

And in the days of our December

I know we'll both remember

Sowin' oats at cotton pickin' timeNow every cotton pickin' mornin'

I wake up with Becky Morgan

And to this day I never get to work on time

And in the days of our December

I know we'll both remember

Sowin' oats at cotton pickin' timeAnd we were sowin' oats at cotton pickin' time

We were sowin' oats at cotton pickin' time