Letras
When I was a little bitty baby
My mama would rock me in the cradle
In them old cotton fields back home
When I was a little bitty baby
My mama would rock me in the cradle
In them old cotton fields back home
And 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
It may sound a little bit funny
But you didn't make very much money
In them old cotton fields back home
It may sound a little bit funny
But you didn't make very much money
In them old cotton fields back home
I was home in Arkansas
People ask me, "What you come here for?"
In them old cotton fields back home
I was home in Arkansas
People ask me, "What you come here for?"
In them old cotton fields back home
And 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
In them old cotton fields back home
In them old cotton fields back home
In them old cotton fields back home
In them old...