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 get too much money When you got a Tupelo honey Keepin? you cool in the Mississippi hot sunshine. Chorus: 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.                  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. Chorus: 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 will remember Sowin? oats at Cotton Pickin? Time. {2x} We were sowin? oats at Cotton Pickin? Time We were sowin? oats at Cotton Pickin? Time.