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 on down 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 here smile
 Nearly drove my body wild
 I fell down tryin' to kick off my jeans.
 Well on that cotton pickin' mornin'
 I met up with Beck 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' 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.
 And every cotton pickin' mornin'
 I met up with Becky Morgan
 The whole dang I never got to work on time
 And in the days of my December
 I know I will remember
 Sowin' oats at Cotton Pickin' Time.
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 We'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 wild.
 And every cotton pickin' mornin'
 I wake up with Becky Morgan
 And to this day I never got to work on time
 And in the days of our December
 I know we'll both remember
 Sowin' oats at Cotton Pickin' Time.
 And every cotton pickin' mornin'
 I wake up with Becky Morgan
 And to this day I never got to work on time
 And in the days of our December
 I know we'll both remember
 Sowin' oats at Cotton Pickin' Time.
 We were sowin' oats at Cotton Pickin' Time
 We were sowin' oats at Cotton Pickin' Time.