When I was a little bitty baby My mamma would rock me in my cradle In them old cotton fields back home When I was a little bitty baby My mamma would rock me in my cradle In them old cotton fields back home 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 It was over in Arkansas The people asked me what I'd come here for In them old cotton fields back home It was over in Arkansas The people asked me what I'd come here for In them old cotton fields back home Now when them cotton bolls get rotten You can't pick very much cotton In them old cotton fields back home It may sound a little bit funny But you can't make too much money In them old cotton fields back home It may sound a little bit funny But you can't make too much money In them old cotton fields back home Now when them cotton bolls get rotten You can't pick very much cotton In them old cotton fields back home In them old cotton fields back home