Cotton Fields

When I was a little bitty baby
My mama would rock me in the cradle
In them old cottonfields back home
Oh, when them cotton bowls get rotten
You couldn’t pick very much cotton
In them old cottonfields back home
It was down in Louisiana
Just about a mile from Texarkana
In them old cottonfields back home
It may sound a little bit funny
But you didn’t make very much money
In them old cottonfields back home