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.