When I was a little baby My mother would rock me in the cradle In them old, old cotton fields at home When I was a little baby My mother would rock me in the cradle In them old, old cotton fields at home
Oh, when them cotton balls get rotten You couldn’t pick very much cotton In them old cotton fields at home It was down in Louisiana Just a mile from Texarkana In them old, old cotton fields at home
It may sound a little funny But, you didn’t make very much money In them old cotton fields at home It may sound a little funny But, you didn’t make very much money In them old cotton fields at home
Oh, when them cotton balls get rotten You couldn’t pick very much cotton In them old cotton fields at home It was down in Louisiana Just a mile from Texarkana In them old cotton fields at home
I was over in Arkansas People ask me, “What you come here for?” In them old cotton fields at home I was over in Arkansas People ask me, “What you come here for?” In them old, old cotton fields at home
Oh, when those cotton balls get rotten You can’t pick very much cotton In them old cotton fields at home It was down in Louisiana Just a mile from Texarkana In them old cotton fields at home
Oh, when those cotton balls get rotten You can’t pick very much cotton In them old, old cotton fields at home It was down in Louisiana Just a mile from Texarkana