WHEN THEM COTTON BOLLS GET ROTTEN
By Don Henderson
In the early 1900's, picking cotton crossed racial barriers, especially for poor
people living in the country. The only jobs available when I was growing up
during the 50's were jobs involving cotton, corn or hay fields. If you wanted an
extra nickel or two, you went to the field to hoe, pick, pull or bale. Growing up in
the country gave me experiences that I shall never forget. Many of you did
the same thing. Here are a few versions of "Cotton Fields" that I like and the
lyrics to this song cause memories to come flooding back.
Lyrics
When I was a little bitty baby
My mama would rock me in the cradle
In them old cotton fields back home.
When I was a little bitty baby
My mama would rock me in the cradle
In them old cotton fields back home.
Oh, when them cotton balls 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,
And 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 balls 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,
And them old cotton fields back home.
When I was a little bitty baby
My mama would rock me in the cradle
In them old cotton fields back home.
When I was a little bitty baby
My mama would rock me in the cradle
In them old cotton fields back home,
In them old cotton fields back home.
When I was a little bitty baby
My mama would rock me in the cradle
In them old cotton fields back home.
When I was a little bitty baby
My mama would rock me in the cradle
In them old cotton fields back home.
Oh, when them cotton balls 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,
And 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 balls 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,
And them old cotton fields back home.
When I was a little bitty baby
My mama would rock me in the cradle
In them old cotton fields back home.
When I was a little bitty baby
My mama would rock me in the cradle
In them old cotton fields back home,
In them old cotton fields back home.
