Cottonfields

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

And 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

I was born in Arkansas
Where the people ask you what you come here for
In them old cotton fields back home

And 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

Well, it might sound a little bit funny
But you don't make very much money
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