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 picking 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 picking time

Well I lost my job that summer
But I guess I had it coming
Cause that picking 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 picking 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 picking 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 picking 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 picking time
Well on that cotton picking 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 picking time

We were sowing oats at cotton picking time
We were sowing oats at cotton picking time