|: When I was a little baby, My mother rocked me in the cradle, In them old, cotton fields back home. :| Chorus: Oh when them cotton balls got rotten, You couldn't pick very much cotton, In them old, cotton fields back home. |: It was down in Lou'siana, Just about a mile from Texarkana, In them old, cotton fields back home. :| Chorus: |: I was home in Arkansas, People ask me what you come her for, In them old, cotton fields back home. :| Chorus: |: It may sound a little funny, But you didn't make very much money, In them old, cotton fields back home. :| Chorus: