Cottonfields (Live)
When I was a little pretty baby,
my mama would rock me in my cradle,
in them old cottonfields back home.
But when I became a little older,
my daddy would take me on his shoulder,
in them old cottonfields back home.
Cause when the cotton bolls get rotten,
you can pick a very much cotton,
in them old cottonfields back home.
Way down in Lousiana,
just about a mile from Texicana,
in them old cottonfields back home.
Sing
La la la...
You may think it is very funny,
but we didn't make much money,
in them old cottonfields back home.
You may think it is very funny,
but we didn't make much money,
in them old cottonfields back home.
Cause when the cotton bolls get rotten,
you can pick a very much cotton,
in them old cottonfields back home.
Way down in Lousiana,
just about a mile from Texicana,
in them old cottonfields back home.
Sing
La la la...
When I was a little pretty baby,
my mama would rock me in my cradle,
in them old cottonfields back home.
But when I became a little older,
my daddy would take me on his shoulder,
in them old cottonfields back home.
Cause when the cotton bolls get rotten,
you can pick a very much cotton,
in them old cottonfields back home.
my mama would rock me in my cradle,
in them old cottonfields back home.
But when I became a little older,
my daddy would take me on his shoulder,
in them old cottonfields back home.
Cause when the cotton bolls get rotten,
you can pick a very much cotton,
in them old cottonfields back home.
Way down in Lousiana,
just about a mile from Texicana,
in them old cottonfields back home.
Sing
La la la...
You may think it is very funny,
but we didn't make much money,
in them old cottonfields back home.
You may think it is very funny,
but we didn't make much money,
in them old cottonfields back home.
Cause when the cotton bolls get rotten,
you can pick a very much cotton,
in them old cottonfields back home.
Way down in Lousiana,
just about a mile from Texicana,
in them old cottonfields back home.
Sing
La la la...
When I was a little pretty baby,
my mama would rock me in my cradle,
in them old cottonfields back home.
But when I became a little older,
my daddy would take me on his shoulder,
in them old cottonfields back home.
Cause when the cotton bolls get rotten,
you can pick a very much cotton,
in them old cottonfields back home.
Credits
Writer(s): Jerry Arnold
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