Cotton Fields - Buck Owens

When I was a little bitty baby

My mama would rock me in the cradle

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.

Oh, when them cotton balls get rotten

You can’t pick very much cotton

In them old cotton fields back home.

It was down in Louisisana

Just about a mile from Texarkana,

And them old cotton fields back home.

It may sound a little funny,

But you didn’t make very much money

In them old cotton fields back home.

It may sound a little funny,

But you didn’t make very much money

In them old cotton fields back home.

Oh, when them cotton balls get rotten

You can’t pick very much cotton

In them old cotton fields back home.

It was down in Louisisana

Just about a mile from Texarkana,

And 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.

When I was a little bitty baby

My mama would rock me in the cradle

In them old cotton fields back home,

In them old cotton fields back home.