I met up with Becky Morgan
Well, on that cotton pickin' mornin'
And to this day I never get to work on time
But I guess I had it comin'
And I bought that mill just to make her smile
Now every cotton pickin' mornin'
I wake up with Becky Morgan
Keepin' you cool in the Mississippi hot sunshine
I saw Becky Morgan, skinny dippin' nude
Skinny dip and Becky is just as wild
Then she gave me a come here smile
And in the days of our December
And every cotton pickin' mornin'
Sowin' oats at cotton pickin' time
Now I own that cotton gin
But you don't need too much money
I know we'll both remember
And to keep our love from growin' old
I met up with Becky Morgan
When you got a Tupelo honey
'Cause pickin' that cotton just wasn't on my mind
I know we'll both remember
And on my way down to the field
I know I will remember
I wake up with Becky Morgan
The whole dang summer I never got to work on time
We still go down there to that hole
Well I lost my job that summer
Nearly drove my body wild
And in the days of my December
Well, I couldn't help but stop and stare
Son, you better hit that cotton patch soon
Hypnotized I stood right there
And to this day I never get to work on time
I know I will remember
We've come along way since then
Sowin' oats at cotton pickin' time
You know that day I didn't get to work on time
Enchanted by the beauty that I'd seen
As I passed Old Johnson's mill
And we were sowin' oats at cotton pickin' time
Now every cotton pickin' mornin'
Sowin' oats at cotton pickin' time
I fell down tryin' to kick off my jeans
Sowin' oats at cotton pickin' time
And in the days of my December
And in the days of our December
