1.
When I was a pretty little baby
My mama would rock me in the craddle
In them old cotton fields back home
When I was a pretty little baby
My mama would rock me in the craddle
In them old cotton fields back home
Chorus:
Well 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 Texacana
In them old cotton fields back home
2. repeat 1.
Chorus
In them old cotton fields back home
In them old cotton fields back home
