Paroles de Cotton Fields

1. When I was a pretty little baby My mama would rock me in the craddle In them old cotton fields back home When I was a pretty little baby My mama would rock me in the craddle In them old cotton fields back home Chorus: Well 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 Texacana In them old cotton fields back home 2. repeat 1. Chorus In them old cotton fields back home In them old cotton fields back home