On a Mississippi mornin'
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My dad yelled out a warnin'
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Son you better hit that cotton patch soon
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And on my way down to the field
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As I passed Old Johnson's Mill
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I saw Becky Morgan, skinny dippin' nude.
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Well I couldn't help but stop and stare
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Hypnotized I stood right there
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Enchanted by the beauty that I'd seen
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Then she gave me a come in smile
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Nearly drove my body wild
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I fell down tryin' to kick off my jeans.
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[Chorus]
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Well on that cotton pickin' mornin'
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I met up with Becky Morgan
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You know that day I didn't get to work on time
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And in the days of my December
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I know I both remember
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Sowin' oats at Cotton Pickin' Time.
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Well I lost my job that summer
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But I guess I had it comin'
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Cause that pickin' cotton just wasn't on my mind
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But you don't need too much money
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When you got a Tupelo honey
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Keepin' you cool in the Mississippi hot sunshine.
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[Chorus 2]
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And every cotton pickin' mornin'
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I met up with Becky Morgan
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The whole dang I never get to work on time
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And in the days of my December
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I know I both remember
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Sowin' oats at Cotton Pickin' Time.
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We've come a long way since then
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Now I own that cotton gin
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And I bought that mill
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Just to make her smile
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And to keep our love from growin' old
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We still go down there to that hole
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Skinny dip and Becky is just as wild.
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[Chorus 3]
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And every cotton pickin' mornin'
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I wake up with Becky Morgan
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And to this day I never get to work on time
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And in the days of our December
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I know we'll both remember
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Sowin' oats at Cotton Pickin' Time.
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[2x]
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We were sowin' oats at Cotton Pickin' Time
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We were sowin' oats at Cotton Pickin' Time.
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Cotton Pickin' Time
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Blake Shelton |