Lyric Cotton Fields

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.