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When I was a little baby,
My mother rocked me in the cradle,
In them old cotton fields back home.
Oh when them cotton balls got rotten,
You couldn't pick very much cotton,
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 balls got rotten,
You couldn't pick very much cotton,
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 got rotten,
You couldn't pick very much cotton,
In them old cotton fields back home.
(US–amerikanisches Volkslied)
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