Testo: Creedence Clearwater Revival. Chronicle 2. Cotton Fields.

When I was a little bitty baby
My mama would rock me in the cradle,
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.


Oh, when them cotton bolls get rotten
You can't pick very much cotton,
In them old cotton fields back home.