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  • 作词 : Woody Guthrie
    作曲 : Woody Guthrie
    Cotton Field

    when I was a little bitty baby,
    My mama would rock me in the cradle
    In them old cotton field back home.
    It was down in Louisiana,
    Just about a mile from Texarkana,
    In them old cotton field back home.
    Oh, when them cotton boll get rotten,
    You can’t pick very much cotton
    In them old cotton field back home.
    It was down in Louisiana,
    Just about a mile from Texarkana,
    In them old cotton field back home.
    When I was a little bitty baby,
    My mama would rock me in the cradle
    In them old cotton field back home.
    It was down in Louisiana,
    Just about a mile from Texarkana,
    In them old cotton field back home.
    Oh, when them cotton boll get rotten,
    You can’t pick very much cotton
    In them old cotton field back home.
    It was down in Louisiana,
    Just about a mile from Texarkana,
    In them old cotton field back home.

    When I was a little bitty baby,
    My mama would rock me in the cradle
    In them old cotton field back home.
    It was down in Louisiana,
    Just about a mile from Texarkana,
    In them old cotton field back home.
    In them old cotton field back home...
  • 作词 : Woody Guthrie
    作曲 : Woody Guthrie
    Cotton Field

    when I was a little bitty baby,
    My mama would rock me in the cradle
    In them old cotton field back home.
    It was down in Louisiana,
    Just about a mile from Texarkana,
    In them old cotton field back home.
    Oh, when them cotton boll get rotten,
    You can’t pick very much cotton
    In them old cotton field back home.
    It was down in Louisiana,
    Just about a mile from Texarkana,
    In them old cotton field back home.
    When I was a little bitty baby,
    My mama would rock me in the cradle
    In them old cotton field back home.
    It was down in Louisiana,
    Just about a mile from Texarkana,
    In them old cotton field back home.
    Oh, when them cotton boll get rotten,
    You can’t pick very much cotton
    In them old cotton field back home.
    It was down in Louisiana,
    Just about a mile from Texarkana,
    In them old cotton field back home.

    When I was a little bitty baby,
    My mama would rock me in the cradle
    In them old cotton field back home.
    It was down in Louisiana,
    Just about a mile from Texarkana,
    In them old cotton field back home.
    In them old cotton field back home...