Cotton Pickin' Time Songtext / Lyric

We've come a long way since then
Now I own that cotton gin
And I bought that mill
Just to make her smile
And to keep our love from growin' old
We still go down there to that hole
Skinny dip and Becky is just as wild. And every cotton pickin' mornin'
I wake up with Becky Morgan
And to this day I never get to work on time
And in the days of our December
I know we'll both remember
Sowin' oats at Cotton Pickin' Time.

And every cotton pickin' mornin'
I wake up with Becky Morgan
And to this day I never get to work on time
And in the days of our December
I know we'll both remember
Sowin' oats at Cotton Pickin' Time.

We were sowin' oats at Cotton Pickin' Time
We were sowin' oats at Cotton Pickin' Time.