Campos De Algodon Lyrics

When I was a little bitty baby,
My mama would rock me in the cradle
In them ol' cotton fields back home.
When I was a little bitty baby,
My mama would rock me in the cradle
In them ol' cotton fields back home.

And when them cotton bolls get rotten,
You can't get very much cotton
In them ol' cotton fields back home.
It was down in Louisiana,
Just about a mile from Texarkana
In them ol' cotton fields back home.

I was over in Arkansas,
When the people asked me
"What you come here for?"
In them ol' cotton fields back home.
I was over in Arkansas,
When the people asked me
"What you come here for?"
In them ol' cotton fields back home.

And when them cotton bolls get rotten,
You can't get very much cotton
In them ol' cotton fields back home.
It was down in Louisiana,
Just about a mile from Texarkana
In them ol' cotton fields back home.

Well, it may sound a little bit funny,
But you don't make very much money
In them ol' cotton fields back home.
It might sound a little bit funny,
But you don't make very much money
In them ol' cotton fields back home.

And when them cotton bolls get rotten,
You can't get very much cotton
In them ol' cotton fields back home.
It was down in Louisiana,
Just about a mile from Texarkana
In them ol' cotton fields back home.

When I was a little bitty baby,
My mama would rock me in the cradle
In them ol' cotton fields back home.
When I was a little bitty baby,
My mama would rock me in the cradle
In them ol' cotton fields back home.