Blake Shelton Cotton Pickin` Time Lyrics

Cotton Pickin` Time Lyrics

On a Mississippi mornin'

My dad yelled a warnin'

Son you better hit that cotton patch soon

And on my way down 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 here 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 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 that pickin' cotton just wasn't on my mind

But you don't get 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 time 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.



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 is just as wild



And 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 remember

Sowin' oates at cotton pickin' time.



We were sowin' oates at cotton pickin' time.



We were sowin' oates at cotton pickin' time...