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On a Mississippi mornin?
F C
My dad yelled out a warnin?
G C
Son you better hit that cotton patch soon
And on my way on down the field
F C
As I passed Old Johnson?s Mill
G C
I saw Becky Morgan, skinny dippin? nude.
C
Well I couldn?t help but stop and stare
F C
Hypnotized I stood right there
Enchanted by the beauty that I?d seen
Then she gave me a come here smile
F C
Nearly drove my body wild
G C
I fell down tryin? to kick off my jeans.
C C/G
Well on that cotton pickin? mornin?
F C
I met up with Beck Morgan
You know that day I didn?t get to work on time
C/G
And in the days of my December
F C
I know I will remember
G C
Sowin? oats at Cotton Pickin? Time.
C
Well I lost my job that summer
F C
But I guess I had it comin?
Cause that pickin? cotton just wasn?t on my mind
But you don?t get too much money
F C
When you got a Tupelo honey
G C
Keepin? you cool in the Mississippi hot sunshine.
Chorus:
C C/G
And every cotton pickin? mornin?
F C
I met up with Becky Morgan
The whole dang I never got to work on time
C/G
And in the days of my December
F C
I know I will remember
G C
Sowin? oats at Cotton Pickin? Time.
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We?ve come along way since then
Now I own that cotton gin
And I bought that mill
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Just to make her smile
And to keep our love from growin? old
F C
We still go down there to that hole
G C
Skinny dip and Becky is just as wild.
Chorus:
C C/G
And every cotton pickin? mornin?
F C
I wake up with Becky Morgan
And to this day I never got to work on time
C/G
And in the days of our December
F C
I know we?ll will remember
G C
Sowin? oats at Cotton Pickin? Time.
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G C
We were sowin? oats at Cotton Pickin? Time
G C
We were sowin? oats at Cotton Pickin? Time.