Paroles de Cottonfields

When I was a little biddy baby My mamma would a-rock me in my cradle In them old cottonfields back home When I was a little biddy baby My mamma would a-rock me in my cradle In them old, old cottonfields back home Well it may not sound too funny But we didn't make a-very much money In them old cottonfields back home Well it may not sound too funny But we didn't make a-very much money In them old, old cottonfields back home Oh when them cotton balls get a-rotten You couldn't pick a-very much cotton In them old cottonfields back home I was down in Lousiana 'Round about a mile from a-Texicana In them old, old cottonfields back home I was down in Arkensaw People said: What did you come here for? From them old cotton fields back home I was down in Arkensaw People said: What did you come here for? From them old, old cotton fields back home Oh when them cotton balls get a-rotten You couldn't pick a-very much cotton In them old cottonfields back home In them old, old cottonfields back home In them old, old cottonfields back home!