Cottonfields

When I was just a little bitty baby
My mama would rock me in the cradle
In them old cottonfields back home
It was down in Louisiana
Just about a mile from Texicana
In them old cottonfields back home

Well when them cotton folks get rockin'
We don't pick very much cotton
In them old cottonfields back home
It was down in Louisiana
Just about a mile from Texicana
In them old cottonfields back home

When Jess 'n I were just about knee high
'N our daddy's corn was ridin' mighty high
In them sweet old cottonfields back home
Mama would pray to the lord to save our cattle
'N get the mandolin down 'n make the chickens scuttle
In them old cottonfields back home

Well when them cotton folks get rockin' ...

When Jake 'n Jonas was drinkin' whiskey
We hit on the road up to Tennessee
'N leave them old cottonfields back home
But mama would wring her hands 'n start a-cryin'
Sayin' her boys wouldn't leave their mother dyin'
In them old cottonfields back home
"No way Mama ..."

Well when them cotton folks get rockin'

(spoken: Then mama would take the mandolin down 'n start
a-playing and a-dancing, playing just like this)