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

Well it was down in Louisiana
Just about a mile from Texarkana
In them o-o-old cotton fields back home

Oh, when them cotton bolls get rotten
You can't pick very much cotton
In them old cotton fields back home

Well it was down in Louisiana
Just about a mile from Texarkana
In them o-o-old cotton fields back home

(guitar solo)

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

Well it was down in Louisiana
Just about a mile from Texarkana
In them o-o-old cotton fields back home
Back home
Back home
Back home
Back home

(indeterminable mumbling)

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

Well it was down in Louisiana
Just about a mile from Texarkana
In them o-o-old cotton fields back home

(guitar solo)

Oh, when them cotton bolls get rotten
You can't pick very much cotton
In them old cotton fields back home

Well it was down in Louisiana
Just about a mile from Texarkana
In them o-o-old cotton fields back home

When I was a little bitty baby
My momma would rock me in a cradle
All night long
All night long

Adios mother