| In Them Old Cottonfield Back Home |
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| When I was a little bitty baby my mama would rock me in my cradle |
| In them old cottonfields back home |
| When I was a little bitty baby |
| Now when them cotton bolls get rotten you can’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 |
| When I was a little bitty baby |
| In them old cottonfields back home in them old cottonfields back home |
