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

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

Well, it may not sound too funny
But we didn't make very much money
In them old cotton fields back home

Well, it may not sound too funny
But we didn’t make very much money
In them old cotton fields back home

Oh, when them cotton balls got rotten
You couldn'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

I was down in Arkansas
People said, 'What did you come here for?’
In them old cotton fields back home
I was down in Arkansas
People said, 'What did you come here for?'
In them old cotton fields back home

Oh, when them cotton balls got rotten
You couldn'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
I said, in them old cotton fields back home