When i was a little bitty baby My mother would rock me in the cradle, In them old cotton fields back home;
When i was a little bitty baby My mother would rock me in the cradle, In them old cotton fields back home;
Oh, when them cotton bolls get rotten You can't pick very much cotton, In them old cotton fields back home
It was down in Louisiana, Just about a mile from Texarkana, In them old cotton fields back home.
Oh, when them cotton bolls get rotten You can't pick very much cotton, In them old cotton fields back home.
It was down in Louisiana, Just about a mile from Texarkana, In them old cotton fields back home.
When i was a little bitty baby My mother would rock me in the cradle, In them old cotton fields back home;
When i was a little bitty baby My mother would rock me in the cradle, In them old cotton fields back home;
Oh, when them cotton bolls get rotten You can't pick very much cotton, In them old cotton fields back home
It was down in Louisiana, Just about a mile from Texarkana, In them old cotton fields back home.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
