By Ens Putra 
When I was a little bit of baby
My mama would rock me
And the cradle,
In them old, cotton fileds back home
It was down in lousiana
Just a mile from a texarcana,
In them old, cotton fields at home
Oh when them cotton bolss got rotten,
You can pick very much cotton,
In them old, cotton fields at home,
It was down in lousiana
Just a bout a mile from texarcana,
In them old, cotton fields back home
Introlude…..Ulang dari awal…
fine : In them old,
cotton fileds back home.
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