On a Mississippi morning, my dad yelled out a warning, son, you'd better hit that cotton patch real soon. And on my way down to the field, as I passed old Johnson's mill, I saw Becky Morgan, skinny dipping ***. Well, I couldn't help but stop and stare, hypnotized, I stood right there, enchanted by the beauty that I'd seen. Then she gave me a coming smile, nearly drove my body wild, I fell down, trying to kick off my jeans. Well, on that cotton-picking morning, I met up with Becky Morgan. You know, that day I didn't get to work on time. And in the days of my December, I know I will remember. So, in hopes that cotton-picking time. Well, I lost my job that summer, but I guess I had it coming, speaking that cotton just wasn't on my mind. But you don't need too much money, when you got a two-pillow honey, keeping you cool in the Mississippi hot sunshine. And every cotton-picking morning, I met up with Becky Morgan. The whole dang summer, I never got to work on time. And in the days of my December, I know I will remember. Well, we've come a long way since then, now on that cotton gin, and I bought that meal just to make her smile. And to keep our love from growing old, we still go down there to that old skinny dip. And Becky's just as wild. Now every cotton-picking morning, I wake up with Becky Morgan. And to this day, I never get to work on time. And in the days of my December, I know we'll both remember. So, in hopes of cotton-picking time. Now every cotton-picking morning, I wake up with Becky Morgan. And to this day, I never get to work on time. And in the days of my December, I know we'll both remember. So, in hopes of cotton-picking time. Yeah, we were so in hopes of cotton-picking time. We were so in hopes of cotton-picking time. We'll both remember.