Old Cotton Fields At Home - Odetta

Written by：Huddie William Ledbetter

When I was a little baby

My mothor would rock me in the cradle

In them old cotton fields at home

When I was a little bitty baby

My mothor would rock me in the cradle

In them old cotton fields at home

Oh when them cotton bowls get rotten

You can't pick very much cotton

In them old cotton fields at home

It was down in Louisiana

Just a mile from Texarkana

In them old cotton fields at home

It may sound a little funny

But you dind't make a very much money

In them old cotton fields at home

It may sound a little funny

But you dind't make a very much money

In them old cotton fields at home

Oh when them cotton bowls get rotten

You can't pick very much cotton

In them old cotton fields at home

It was down in Louisiana

Just a mile from Texarkana

In them old cotton fields at home

I was over in an argan slot

And people would ask me

What the come here boy

In them old cotton fields at home

I was over in an argan slot

And people would ask me

What the come here boy

In them old cotton fields at home

When them cotton bowls get rotten

You can't pick very much cotton

In them old cotton fields at home

It was down in Louisiana

Just a mile from Texarkana

In them old cotton fields at home

When I was a little baby

My mother would rock me in the cradle

In them old cotton fields at home

When I was a little bitty baby

My mother would rock me in the cradle

In them old cotton fields at home

Oh when them cotton bowls get rotten

You can't pick very much cotton

In them old cotton fields at home

It was down in Louisiana

Just a mile from Texarkana

In them old cotton fields at home