When I was a little bitty baby my mama would rock me in my cradle In them old cottonfields back home
When I was a little bitty baby my mama would rock me in my cradle In them old cottonfields back home
Now when them cotton bolls get rotten you can'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
When I was a little bitty baby my mama would rock me in my cradle In them old cottonfields back home
When I was a little bitty baby my mama would rock me in my cradle In them old cottonfields back home
In them old cottonfields back home in them old cottonfields back home