Lead Belly — Cotton Fields

[Verse 1] When I was a little baby My mother would rock me in the cradle In them old, old cotton fields at home When I was a little baby My mother would rock me in the cradle In them old, old cotton fields at home [Chorus] Oh, when them cotton bolls get rotten You couldn't pick very much cotton In them old cotton fields at home It was down in Louisiana Just a mile from Texarkana In them old, old cotton fields at home [Verse 2] It may sound a little funny But, you didn't make very much money In them old cotton fields at home It may sound a little funny But, you didn't make very much money In them old, old cotton fields at home [Chorus] Oh, when them cotton bolls get rotten You couldn't pick very much cotton In them old cotton fields at home It was down in Louisiana Just a mile from Texarkana In them old, old cotton fields at home [Verse 3] I was over in Arkansas People ask me, "What you come here for?" In them old cotton fields at home I was over in Arkansas People ask me, "What you come here for?" In them old, old cotton fields at home [Chorus] Oh, when those cotton bolls get rotten You can't pick very much cotton In them old cotton fields at home It was down in Louisiana Just a mile from Texarkana In them old, old cotton fields at home [Chorus] Oh, when those cotton bolls get rotten You can't pick very much cotton In them old cotton fields at home It was down in Louisiana Just a mile from Texarkana In them old, old cotton fields at home