Cotton Fields

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 bolls 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, old cotton fields at home

Oh, when them cotton bolls 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

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 bolls 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, old cotton fields at home

Oh, when those cotton bolls 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, old cotton fields at home