목화밭

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

CHORUS2:
It was down in Louisiana,
Just about a 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 back home.