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