The Midnight Ghost Train - Cotton Fields | Текст песни

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[Chorus 1:]
When I was a little bitty baby
My mama would rock me in the cradle,
In them old cotton fields back home;

[Chorus 2:]
Oh, when them cotton bolls get rotten
You can't pick very much cotton,
In them old cotton fields back home.

[Chorus 3:]
It was down in Louisiana,
Just about a mile from Texarkana,
In them old cotton fields back home.

[Chorus 4:]
Well, it may sound a little funny,
But you didn't make very much money
In them old cotton fields back home.

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In them old cotton fields back home.