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Cotton Fields

When I was a little bitty baby
My mama would rock me in the cradle,
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.

Oh, 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 Texarkana,
In them old cotton fields back home.

It might sound a little funny,
But you don't make very much money,
In them old cotton fields back home.

It was down in Louisiana
Just about a mile from Texaskana
In them old cotton fields back home

Oh, 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 Texarkana,
In them old cotton fields back home.
In them old cotton fields back home;
In them old cotton fields back home.

Cotton Fields

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Lyricist:    Composer:

Cotton Fields

When I was a little bitty baby
My mama would rock me in the cradle,
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.

Oh, 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 Texarkana,
In them old cotton fields back home.

It might sound a little funny,
But you don't make very much money,
In them old cotton fields back home.

It was down in Louisiana
Just about a mile from Texaskana
In them old cotton fields back home

Oh, 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 Texarkana,
In them old cotton fields back home.
In them old cotton fields back home;
In them old cotton fields back home.