The Highwaymen
 Written by Huddie Ledbetter

 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 Louisisana
 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 Louisisana
 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.
 From: "Roy T. O'Conner"