In the evening when the
sun was sinking low
You could hear those gentle voices
softly singing this refrain
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
Oh, when them cotton corns get rotten,
you get a big, 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
Cotton fields, cotton fields
Cotton fields, cotton fields
Oh, when them cotton boys get rotten
You can't pick up 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
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
In them old cotton fields back home
In them old cotton fields back home
In them old cotton fields back home