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.

C F C G C F C G C

      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.