Текст и слова песни Porter Wagoner – Cotton Fields
When I was a little bitty baby my mama would rock me in the cradle
In them old cottonfields back home
When I was a little bitty baby my mama would rock me in the cradle
In them old cottonfields back home.
Well, when them cotton bolls get rotten you can't pick very much cotton
In them old cottonfields back home
It was down in Louisiana just about a mile from Texarkana
In them old cottonfields back home.
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When I was a little bitty baby my mama would rock me in the cradle
In them old cottonfields back home
When I was a little bitty baby my mama would rock me in the cradle
In them old cottonfields back home.
Well, when them cotton bolls get rotten you can't pick very much cotton
In them old cottonfields back home
It was down in Louisiana just about a mile from Texarkana
In them old cottonfields back home...
In them old cottonfields back home
When I was a little bitty baby my mama would rock me in the cradle
In them old cottonfields back home.
Well, when them cotton bolls get rotten you can't pick very much cotton
In them old cottonfields back home
It was down in Louisiana just about a mile from Texarkana
In them old cottonfields back home.
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When I was a little bitty baby my mama would rock me in the cradle
In them old cottonfields back home
When I was a little bitty baby my mama would rock me in the cradle
In them old cottonfields back home.
Well, when them cotton bolls get rotten you can't pick very much cotton
In them old cottonfields back home
It was down in Louisiana just about a mile from Texarkana
In them old cottonfields back home...
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