When I was a little bitty baby
My mama would rock me in the cradle
In
them old cotton fields back home.
When I was a little bitty baby
My mama
would rock me in the cradle
In them old cotton fields back home.
Oh,
when them cotton balls get rotten
You can't pick very much cotton
In
them old cotton fields back home.
It was down in Louisisana
Just about a
mile from Texarkana,
And them old cotton fields back home.
It may
sound a little funny,
But you didn't make very much money
In them old
cotton fields back home.
It may sound a little funny,
But you didn't
make very much money
In them old cotton fields back home.
Oh, when
them cotton balls get rotten
You can't pick very much cotton
In them old
cotton fields back home.
It was down in Louisisana
Just about a mile
from Texarkana,
And them old cotton fields back home.
When I was a
little bitty baby
My mama would rock me in the cradle
In them old cotton
fields back home.
When I was a little bitty baby
My mama would rock me
in the cradle
In them old cotton fields back home,
In them old cotton
fields back home.