| There’s a cabin in the southland
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| Where I long to go
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| Little cabin in the cotton
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| Where the cotton grows
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| There’s a cabin in the cotton
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| Far away but not forgotten
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| And in every recollection
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| That’s where my affection strays
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| I got a feeling so sentimental
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| And I see a smile so gentle
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| When I think of old Virginie
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| And my pickaninny days
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| We took the good and we took the evil
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| Laughter and song and the old boll weevil
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| Time has gone by now here am I
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| Wishing that I only knew:
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| How to wake up in the morning
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| In the cabin I was born in
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| Little cabin in the cotton
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| I have not forgotten you |