Cotton Pickin' Time (Album Version)

Cotton Pickin' Time - Blake Shelton

On a Mississippi mornin'

My dad yelled out a warnin'

"Son you better hit that cotton patch soon"

And on my way down to the field

As I passed Old 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 my body wild

I fell down tryin' to kick off my jeans

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' oats at Cotton Pickin' Time

Well I lost my job that summer

But I guess I had it coming

'Cause that pickin' cotton just wasn't on my mind

But you don't get too much money

When you got a Tupelo honey

Keepin' you cool in the Mississippi hot sunshine

And every cotton pickin' mornin'

I met up with Becky 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' oats at Cotton Pickin' Time

We've come a long way since then

Now I own that 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 is just as wild

Now every cotton pickin' morning

I wake up with Becky Morgan

To this day I never get to work on time

In the days of our December

I know we'll both remember

Sowin' oats at cotton pickin' time

Now every cotton pickin' morning

I wake up with Becky Morgan

To this day I never get to work on time

In the days of our December

I know we'll both remember

Sowin' oats at cotton pickin' time

We were sowin' oats at Cotton Pickin' Time

We were sowin' oats at Cotton Pickin' Time