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