文本歌词

Cotton Fields - Manuela
Written by HUDDIE LEDBETTER
When I was a little pretty baby
My mama would rock me in the cradle
In them old cotton fields back home;
When I was a little pretty baby
My mama would rock me in the cradle
In them old cotton fields back home;
Oh when them cotton bolls get rotten
You can't pick very much cotton
In them old cotton fields back home
It was down in Louisiana
Just about a mile from Texarkana
In them old cotton fields back home
It may sound a little funny
But you didn't make very much money
In them old cotton fields back home
It may sound a little funny
But you didn't make very much money
In them old cotton fields back home
Oh when them cotton bolls get rotten
You can't pick very much cotton
In them old cotton fields back home
It was down in Louisiana
Just about a mile from Texarkana
In them old cotton fields back home
I was over in Arkansas
People ask me what you come here for
In them old cotton fields back home
I was over in Arkansas
People ask me what you come here for
In them old cotton fields back home
Oh when them cotton bolls get rotten
You can't pick very much cotton
In them old cotton fields back home
Oh when them cotton bolls get rotten
You can't pick very much cotton
In them old cotton fields back home
When I was a little pretty baby
My mama would rock me in the cradle
In them old cotton fields back home;
When I was a little pretty baby
My mama would rock me in the cradle
In them old cotton fields back home;
Oh when them cotton bolls get rotten
You can't pick very much cotton
In them old cotton fields back home
It was down in Louisiana
Just about a mile from Texarkana
In them old cotton fields back home
In them old cotton fields back home