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
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
In them old cotton fields back home
In them old cotton fields back home