CHORUS1:
When I was a little bitty baby
My mama would rock me in the cradle,
In them old cotton fields back home;

CHORUS2:

It was down in Louisiana,
Just about a mile from Texarkana,
In them old cotton fields back home.

CHORUS3:

Oh, when them cotton bolls get rotten
You can't pick very much cotton,
In them old cotton fields back home.

CHORUS2

CHORUS1

CHORUS2

CHORUS3

CHORUS2

CHORUS1

CHORUS2