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When I was a little pretty baby, my mama would rock me in the cradle
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 pretty baby my mama would rock me in the cradle
In them old cotton fields back home
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