(Paul Overstreet & Even Stevens)      On a Mississippi mornin'   My dad yelled a warnin'   Son you better hit that cotton patch real soon   And on my way down the field   As I passed ole Johnson's Mill   I saw Becky Morgan skinny dippin' 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 me 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 didn't get to work on time   And in the days of my December   I know I will remember   Sowin' oates at cotton pickin' time.      Well, I lost my job that summer   But I guess I had it comin'   'Cause pickin' that cotton just wasn't on my mind   But you don't need to much money   When you got a Tupelo honey   Keepin' you cool in the Misissippi hot sunshine.      And every cotton pickin' mornin'   I met up with Beck 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' oates at cotton pickin' time.      Aww yeah!      We've come a long way since then   Now I own the 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's just as wild.      Now every cotton pickin' mornin'   I wake up with Beck Morgan   And to this day I never get to work on time   And in the days of our December   I know we'll both remember   Sowin' oates at cotton pickin' time.      Now every cotton pickin' mornin'    I wake up with Beck Morgan    And to this day I never get to work on time    And in the days of our December    I know we'll both remember    Sowin' oates at cotton pickin' time.      An we were sowin' oates at cotton pickin' time.      We were sowin' oates at cotton pickin' time...