One Mississippi morning
My dad yelled out a warning
"Son, you best hit that cotton patch real soon"
And on my way down to the field
As I passed Old Johnson's Mill
I saw Becky Morgan, skinny dipping, ooh

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 that come-in smile
Nearly drove my body wild
I fell right down trying to kick off my jeans

Well, that cotton picking morning
I met up with Becky Morgan
The whole dang summer, I never got to work on time
In the days of my December
I know I will remember
Sowing oats at cotton picking time

Well, I lost my job that summer
I guess I had it coming
But picking that cotton sure wasn't on my mind
But you don't need much money
When you got a Tupelo honey
Keeping you cool in the Mississippi hot sunshine
Well, that cotton picking morning
I met up with Becky Morgan
Whole dang summer, I never got to work on time
In the days of my December
I know I will remember
Sowing oats at cotton picking time
Yeah

We've come a long way since then
Now I own that cotton gin
You know I bought that mill just to make her smile
And to keep our love from growing old
We still go down there to that hole
We skinny dip and Becky is just as wild

Now every cotton picking morning
I wake up with Becky Morgan
To this day, we never get to work on time
In the days of our December
I know we'll both remember
Sowing oats at cotton picking time

Now every cotton picking morning
I wake up with Becky Morgan
To this day, we never get to work on time
In the days of our December
I know we'll both remember
Sowing oats at cotton picking time
Sowing oats at cotton picking time
Whoo