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!