[Don Rich]
When I was a little bitty baby my mama would rock me
in my cradle
In those old cottonfields back home

When I was a little bitty baby my mama would rock me
in my cradle
In those old cottonfields back home

Oh when those cotton bolls get rotten you can't pick
very much cotton
In those old cottonfields back home

It was down in Louisiana just about a mile from
Texarkana
In those old cottonfields back home

When I was a little bitty baby...
In those old cottonfields back home