On that Mississippi mornin?
My dad yelled out a warnin?
Son you better hit that cotton patch real soon
And on my way down to the field
As I passed old Johnsons mill
I saw Becky Morgan skinny dipping 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 will remember
Sowin? oats at cotton pickin? time

Well I lost my job that Sunday
But I guess I had it comin?
Cause pickin? that cotton just wasn?t on my mind
But you don?t need to much money
When you got a tupalo honey
Keepin? you cool in the Mississippi hot sunshine

And every cotton pickin? mornin?
I met up with Becky Morgan
The whole damned 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? time

Aw yeah

We?ve come a long way since then
Now I own that cotton jin
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 Beckies just as wild

Now 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

Repeat

We were sowin? oats at cotton pickin? time
We?ll be sowin? oats at cotton pickin? time