"Cotton Pickin' Time" lyrics

On a Mississippi morning
My dad yelled out a warning
"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-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 trying to kick off my jeans

Well, on that cotton-pickin' morning
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
Sowing oats at cotton-pickin' time

Well, I lost my job that summer
But I guess I had it coming
'Cause that pickin' cotton just wasn't on my mind
But you don't need too much money
When you got a Tupelo honey
Keeping you cool in the Mississippi hot sunshine

Well, on that cotton-pickin' morning
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
Sowing 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 growing old
We still go down there to that hole
Skinny-dip and Becky is just as wild

Well, on that cotton-pickin' morning
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
Sowing oats at cotton-pickin' time

Well, on that cotton-pickin' morning
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
Sowing oats at cotton-pickin' time

We were sowing oats at cotton-pickin' time
We were sowing oats at cotton-pickin' time