Intro :
When I was a little bitty baby
My mama would r ock me in the c radle,
In them old cotton fields back home;
It was d own in Louis iana,
Just about a m ile from Texar kana,
In them old cotton fields back home.
Oh, w hen them c otton bolls get rotten
You can't p ick very much cotton,
In them old cotton fields back home.
It was d own in Louis iana,
Just about a m ile from Texar kana,
In them old c otton fields back h ome.
When I was a little bitty baby
My mama would r ock me in the c radle,
In them old cotton fields back home;
It was d own in Louis iana,
Just about a m ile from Texar kana,
In them old cotton fields back home.
Oh, w hen them c otton bolls get rotten
You can't p ick very much cotton,
In them old cotton fields back home.
It was d own in Louis iana,
Just about a m ile from Texar kana,
In them old cotton fields back h ome.
Intrumental :
When I was a little bitty baby
My mama would r ock me in the c radle,
In them old cotton fields back home;
It was d own in Louis iana,
Just about a m ile from Texar kana,
In them old c otton fields back h ome.
In them o ld c otton fields back h ome.