On a Mississippi morning My dad yelled out a warning "Son, you'd better hit that cotton patch real soon" And on my way down to the field As I pa**ed 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 in" smile Nearly drove my body wild I fell down trying to kick off my jeans First Chorus: 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 will remember Sowin' oats at cotton pickin' time Well I lost my job that summer But I guess I had it coming 'Cause pickin' that 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 Second Chorus: And every cotton pickin' morning I met up with Becky Morgan The whole dang summer I never got to work on time In the days of my December I know I will remember Sowin' 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-dippin' and Becky's just as wild Third Chorus: Now every cotton pickin' morning I wake up with Becky Morgan To this day I never get to work on time 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