Cotton Fields

When I was a little bitty baby,

My mama would rocked me in that cradle,

In them old cotton fields back home.

When I was a little bitty baby,

My mama would rocked me in that cradle,

In them old cotton fields back home.

and when them cotton bolls get rotten,

You can't pick very much cotton,

In them old cotton fields back home.

It was down in Louisiana,

Just about a mile from Texarkana,

In them old cotton fields back home.

I was over in Arkansas,

when the People ask me what you come here for,

In them old cotton fields back home

I was over in Arkansas,

when the People ask me what you come here for,

In them old cotton fields back home

and when them cotton bolls get rotten,

You can't pick very much cotton,

In them old cotton fields back home.

It was down in Louisiana,

Just about a mile from Texarkana,

In them old cotton fields back home.

Well It might sound a little bite funny,

But you don't make very much money,

In them old cotton fields back home.

It might sound a little bite funny,

But you don't make very much money,

In them old cotton fields back home.

and when them cotton bolls get rotten,

You can't pick very much cotton,

In them old cotton fields back home.

Ya It was down in Louisiana,

Just about a mile from Texarkana,

In them old cotton fields back home.

When I was a little bitty baby,

My mama would rocked me in that cradle,

In them old cotton fields back home.

Yes When I was a little bitty baby,

My mama would rocked me in that cradle,

In them old .........