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When I was a little bitty baby
My mama would rock me in the cradle,

In them old cotton fields back home;

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It was down in Louisiana,
Just about a mile from Texarkana,
In them old cotton fields back home.


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Oh, when them cotton bolls get rotten

You can't pick very much cotton,
In them old cotton fields back home.


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