Capo 3 C C 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. Chorus: 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. CFCGCFCGC C We?ve come along way since then Now I own that cotton gin And I bought that mill G C 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. (2x) G C We were sowin? oats at Cotton Pickin? Time G C We were sowin? oats at Cotton Pickin? Time.