CHORUS 1
When I was a little bitty baby
My mama would rock me in the cradle,
In them old cotton fields back home.
CHORUS 2
It was down in Louisiana,
Just about a mile from Texarkana,
In them old cotton fields back home.
CHORUS 3
Oh, when them cotton bolls get rotten
You can't pick very much cotton,
In them old cotton fields back home.
CHORUS 2, 1, 2, 3, 2, 1, 2.