Blake Shelton - Cotton Pickin' Time Lyrics
On a Mississippi morningMy dad yelled out a warning"Son, you'd better hit that cotton patch real soon"And on my way down to the fieldAs I passed old Johnson's millI saw Becky Morgan skinny-dippin' *****Well, I couldn't help but stop and stareHypnotized I stood right thereEnchanted by the beauty that I'd seenThen she gave me a "come in" smileNearly drove my body wildI fell down trying to kick off my jeansFirst Chorus:Well on that cotton pickin' morningI met up with Becky MorganYou know that day I didn't get to work on timeAnd in the days of my DecemberI know I will rememberSowin' oats at cotton pickin' timeWell I lost my job that summerBut I guess I had it coming'Cause pickin' that cottonJust wasn't on my mindBut you don't need too much moneyWhen you got a Tupelo honeyKeeping you cool in the Mississippi hot sunshineSecond Chorus:And every cotton pickin' morningI met up with Becky MorganThe whole dang summerI never got to work on timeIn the days of my DecemberI know I will rememberSowin' oats at cotton pickin' timeWe've come a long way since thenNow I own that cotton ginAnd I bought that mill just to make her smileAnd to keep our love from growing oldWe still go down there to that holeSkinny-dippin' and Becky's just as wildThird Chorus:Now every cotton pickin' morningI wake up with Becky MorganTo this day I never get to work on timeIn the days of our DecemberI know we'll both rememberSowin' oats at cotton pickin' timeWe were sowin' oats at cotton pickin' timeWe were sowin' oats at cotton pickin' time
