Lyrics Cotton Pickin' Time - Blake Shelton

Cotton Pickin' Time

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.
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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…