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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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