Lyrics:

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