mile from Texarkana In them old cotton fields back home Don't care if them cotton balls get rotten When I got you baby, who needs cotton In them old cotton fields
rock me in the cradle In them old cotton fields back home It was back in Louisiana Just about a mile from Texarkana In them old cotton fields back home
' son Your girl has left your side And now you're gonna get crucified They're gonna crucify you Crucify you Crucify you Crucify you In those old cotton fields
much cotton In them old cotton fields back home It was back in Louisiana Just about a mile from Texarkana In those old cotton fields back home In those old cotton fields
cotton In them old cotton fields back home Brother only one thing more that's gonna warm you A summer's day out in California It's gonna be those cotton fields
bitty baby my mama would rock me in the cradle In them old cottonfields back home Oh when them cotton bolls get rotten you can't pick very much o'cotton
My driftin' memory goes back to the spring of '43 When I was just a child in momma's arms My daddy plowed the ground and prayed someday he could leave
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
mile from Texarkana, In them old cotton fields back home. CHORUS3: Oh, when them cotton bolls get rotten You can't pick very much cotton, In them old cotton fields
in my cradle In those old cotton fields back home Oh, when those cotton ball get rotten You can't pick very much cotton In them old cotton fields back
a little bitty baby my mama would rock me in my cradle In those old cottonfields back home Oh when those cotton bolls get rotten you can't pick very much cotton
bitty baby my mommy would rock me in the cradle In them old cottonfields back home Well when of them cotton bolls get rotten you can't pick very much cotton
me in the cradle In them old cottonfields back home When I was a little bitty baby... Oh when them cotton bowls get rotten You couldn't pick very much cotton
mile from Texarkana, In them o-o-old cotton fields back home. Oh, when them cotton bolls get rotten, You can't pick very much cotton, In them old cotton fields
those old cotton fields back home Back home Back home Back home In those old cotton fields back home Back home Back home Back home In those old cotton fields
in the cradle In them old, old cotton fields back home Oh when them cotton balls get rotten You can't pick you very much cotton In them old cotton fields
