Tekst piosenki
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 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 my body 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 that day I didnt 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 wasnt on my mind But you dont get too much money When you got a Tupelo honey Keepin you cool in the Mississippi hot sunshine.(Chorus 2)And every cotton pickin mornin I met up with Becky Morgan The whole dang summer 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.Weve 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 3)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 well 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.
