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.
Chorus:
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 Louisiana,
Just about a mile from Texarkana,
In them old cotton fields back home.
Now it may sound a little bit funny,
But you can’t make very much money,
In them old cotton fields back home.
Yes it might sound a little bit funny,
But you can’t make very much money,
In them old cotton fields back home.
Chorus:
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 Louisiana,
Just about a mile from Texarkana,
In them old cotton fields back home.
I was over in Arkansas when the sheriff ask me:
What did you come here for?
In them old cotton fields back home.
Yes it was over in Arkansas when the sheriff ask me:
What did you come here for?
In them old cotton fields back home.
Chorus:
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 Louisiana,
Just about a mile from Texarkana,
In them old cotton fields back home.