Cotton Pickin' Time - Blake Shelton

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…