Cabin In The Cotton

There's a cabin in the Southland
Where I long to go
Little cabin in the cotton
Where the cotton grows

There's a cabin in the cotton
Far away but not forgotten
And in every recollection
That's where my affection strays

I got a feeling so sentimental
And I see a smile so gentle
When I think of old Virginnie
And my pickaninny days

We took the good and we took the evil
Laughter and song, and the old boll weevil
Time has gone by, now here am I
Wishing that I only knew
How to wake up in the morning
In the cabin I was born in
Little cabin in the cotton
I have not forgotten you