intro
verse 1
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.
bridge
Now 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.
verse 2
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.
bridge
Now 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.
guitar solo
verse 3 and outro
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.
In them old cotton fields back home.