Verse 1
When I was a little bitty baby
My mama would rock me in the cradle
In them old cotton fields back home
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It was down in Louisiana
Just about a mile from Texarkana
In them old cotton fields back home
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Chorus
Oh, when them cotton bolls get rotten
You can’t pick very much cotton
In them old cotton fields back home
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It was down in Louisiana
Just about a mile from Texarkana
In them old cotton fields back home
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Verse 2
When I was a little bitty baby
My mama would rock me in the cradle
In them old cotton fields back home
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It was down in Louisiana
Just about a mile from Texarkana
In them old cotton fields back home
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Chorus