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Don Rich
When I was a little bitty baby my mama would rock me in my cradle
In those old cottonfields back home
When I was a little bitty baby my mama would rock me in my cradle
In those old cottonfields back home
Oh when those cotton bolls get rotten you can't pick very much cotton
In those old cottonfields back home
It was down in Louisiana just about a mile from Texarkana
In those old cottonfields back home
steel
When I was a little bitty baby...
In those old cottonfields back home