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|: When I was a little baby,
My mother rocked me in the cradle,
In them old, cotton fields back home. :|
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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. :|
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|: I was home in Arkansas,
People ask me what you come her for,
In them old, cotton fields back home. :|
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|: It may sound a little funny,
But you didn't make very much money,
In them old, cotton fields back home. :|
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