Lyrics:

On a Mississippi mornin
My dad yelled a warnin
Son you better hit that cotton patch soon
And on my way down the field
As I passed old Johnsons Mill
I saw Becky Morgan skinny dippin nude.

Well, I couldnt help but stop and stare
Hypnotized I stood right there
Enchanted by the beauty that Id seen
Then she gave me a come here smile
Nearly drove me wild
I fell down tryin to kick off my jeans.

Chorus:
Well, on that cotton pickin mornin
I met up with Beck Morgan
You know I didnt get to work on time
And in the days of my December
I know I will remember
Sowin oates at cotton pickin time.

Well, I lost my job that summer
But I guess I had it comin
Cause that pickin cotton just wasnt on my mind
But you dont get to much money
When you got a Tupelo honey
Keepin you cool in the Misissippi hot sunshine.

And every cotton pickin mornin
I met up with Beck Morgan
The whole dang time I never got to work on time
And in the days of my December
I know I will remember
Sowin oates at cotton pickin time.

Weve come a long way since then
Now I own the 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 Beck Morgan
And to this day I never get to work on time
And in the days of our December
I know well remember
Sowin oates at cotton pickin time.

We were sowin oates at cotton pickin time.

We were sowin oates at cotton pickin time...