When I was a little bitty baby,
My Mama would rock me in my cradle
In them, ol' cotton fields back home
It was down in Louisi ana
Just about a mile from Texar kana
In them, ol' cotton fields back home
Oh when them cotton balls get rotten
You can't pick very much cotton
In them, ol' cotton fields back home
It was down in Louis iana,
Just a mile from Texar kana
In them ol' cotton fields back home.
When I was a little bitty baby,
My Mama would rock me in my cradle
In them ol' cotton fields back home.
It was down in Louis iana,
Just a mile from Texar kana
In them ol' cotton fields back home.
INSTRUMENTAL When I was a little bitty baby,
INSTRUMENTAL My Mama would rock me in my cradle
INSTRUMENTAL In them ol' cotton fields back home.
INSTRUMENTAL It was down in Louis iana,
INSTRUMENTAL Just about a mile from Texar kana
INSTRUMENTAL In them ol' cotton fields back home.
Oh when them cotton balls get rotten
You can't pick very much cotton
In them ol' cotton fields back home.
It was down in Louis iana,
Just about a mile from Texar kana
In them ol' cotton fields back home.
In them ol' cotton fields back home.