Teksty: Seekers. Cottonfields.

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.
Chorus:
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.
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In them old, old cottonfields back home,
In them old, old cottonfields back home!