Cotton Fields

When I was a little bitty baby,
My mama would rock me in my cradle,
In them old cotton fields back home.

When I was a little bitty baby,
My mama would rock me in my cradle,
In them old, old cotton fields back home.

Well, it may not sound too funny,
But we didn't make a-very much money,
In them old cotton fields back home.

Well, it may not sound too funny,
But we didn't make a-very much money,
In them old, old cotton fields back home.

Oh, when them cotton bolls get rotten,
You couldn't pick a-very much cotton,
In them old cotton fields back home.

I was down in Louisiana,
Round about a mile from a-Texarkana,
In them old cotton fields back home.

I was down in Arkansas;
People said, "What did you come here for,
From them old, old cotton fields back home?"

I was down in Arkansas;
People said, "What did you come here for,
From them old, old cotton fields back home?"

Oh, when them cotton bolls get rotten,
You couldn't pick a-very much cotton,
In them old cotton fields back home.

I was down in Louisiana,
Round about a mile from a-Texarkana,
In them old, old cotton fields back home.

In them old, old cotton fields back home;
I said, in them old cotton fields back home.