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When i was a little bitty baby
My mama would rock me in the cradle,
In them old cotton fields back home;
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It was down in louisiana,
Just about a mile from texarkana,
In them old cotton fields back home.
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Oh, when them cotton bolls get rotten
You can’t pick very much cotton,
In them old cotton fields back home.
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Now the party’s over
And the money’s all gone
You remember feeling like
Jesus’ son
Your girl has left your side
And now you’re gonna get crucified
They’re gonna crucify you
Crucify you
Crucify you
Crucify you
In those old cotton fields back home
Too late to joke or crack a smile
You gotta carry
That shit up that drunken mile
When they put the electrodes
In your brain
Even your mother won’t know you’re sane
First lord nelson’s sunken ships
Now steve lillywhite’s drunken mix
