When I was a little bitty baby My mama would rock me in the cradle, In them old cotton fields back home; Well is was down in Louisiana, Just about a mile from Texarkana, In them old cotton fields back home. And, when them cotton fields get rotten You can't pick very much cotton, In them old cotton fields back home. Well its was down in Louisiana, Just about a mile from Texarkana, In them old cotton fields back home. When I was a little bitty baby My mama would rock me in the cradle, In them old cotton fields back home; Well its was down in Louisiana, Just about a mile from Texarkana, In them old cotton fields back home. And when them cotton fields get rotten You can't pick very much cotton, In them old cotton fields back home. Well is was down in Louisiana, Just about a mile from Texarkana, In them old cotton fields back home. When I was a little bitty baby My mama would rock me in the cradle, In them old cotton fields back home; Well is was down in Louisiana, Just about a mile from Texarkana, In them old cotton fields back home... In them old cotton fields back home.