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´ nude.

Well 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 in smile
Nearly drove my body wild
I fell down tryin´ to kick off my jeans.

[Chorus]
Well 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 both remember
Sowin´ oats at Cotton Pickin´ Time.

Well I lost my job that summer
But I guess I had it comin´
Cause that pickin´ 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 sunshine.

[Chorus 2]
And every cotton pickin´ mornin´
I met up with Becky Morgan
The whole dang I never get to work on time
And in the days of my December
I know I both remember
Sowin´ oats at Cotton Pickin´ Time.

We´ve come a long 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 wild.

[Chorus 3]
And 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´ Time.
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We were sowin´ oats at Cotton Pickin´ Time
We were sowin´ oats at Cotton Pickin´ Time.