Cotton Pickin' Time

Song	Cotton Pickin' Time
Artist	Blake Shelton
Album	Blake Shelton's Barn And Grill

Lyrics

	作曲 : Overstreet, Stevens
	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 seenThen she gave me a come here 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
	Becky Morgan
	You know that day
	I didn't get to work on time
	And in the days of my
	DecemberI know
	I will remember
	Sowin' oats 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 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
	DecemberI know
	I will remember
	Sowin' oats at cotton pickin' time
	We've come along 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' mornin'
	I wake up with
	Becky Morgan
	And to this day
	I never get to work on time
	And in the days of our
	DecemberI know we'll both remember
	Sowin' oats at cotton pickin' time
	Now every cotton pickin' mornin'
	I wake up with
	Becky Morgan
	And to this day
	I never get to work on time
	And in the days of our
	DecemberI know we'll both remember
	Sowin' oats at cotton pickin' time
	And we were sowin' oats at cotton pickin' time
	We were sowin' oats at cotton pickin' time

Pinyin

	zuò qǔ : Overstreet, Stevens
	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 seenThen she gave me a come here 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
	Becky Morgan
	You know that day
	I didn' t get to work on time
	And in the days of my
	DecemberI know
	I will remember
	Sowin' oats 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 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
	DecemberI know
	I will remember
	Sowin' oats at cotton pickin' time
	We' ve come along 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' mornin'
	I wake up with
	Becky Morgan
	And to this day
	I never get to work on time
	And in the days of our
	DecemberI know we' ll both remember
	Sowin' oats at cotton pickin' time
	Now every cotton pickin' mornin'
	I wake up with
	Becky Morgan
	And to this day
	I never get to work on time
	And in the days of our
	DecemberI know we' ll both remember
	Sowin' oats at cotton pickin' time
	And we were sowin' oats at cotton pickin' time
	We were sowin' oats at cotton pickin' time