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


Now, 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.
 

 

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