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CHORUS1:
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When I was a little bitty baby
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My mama would rock me in the cradle,
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In them old cotton fields back home;
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CHORUS2:
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It was down in Louisiana,
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Just about a mile from Texarkana,
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In them old cotton fields back home.
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CHORUS3:
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Oh, when them cotton bolls get rotten
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You can't pick very much cotton,
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In them old cotton fields back home.
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CHORUS1
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CHORUS3
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CHORUS2
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Cotton Field
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