Cotton Fields (from the album “Belafonte at Carnegie Hall”, 1959) Songtext
von Harry Belafonte

When I was a little baby
My Mama would rock me in the cradle
In them there
Old cotton fields at home

When I was a little baby
My Mama would rock me in the cradle
In them there
Ol′ cotton fields at home

Oh, when them cotton balls bet rotten
You can't pick very much cotton
In them there
Ol′ cotton fields at home

It was down in Louisiana
Just a mile from Texarkana
In them there
Ol' cotton fields at home


Now it might sound very funny
But you didn't make very much money
In them there
Ol′ cotton fields at home

Yes, it might sound very funny
But you didn′t make very much money
In them there
Ol' cotton fields at home

Oh, when them cotton balls bet rotten
You can′t pick very much cotton
In them there
Ol' cotton fields at home

It was down in Louisiana
Just a mile from Texarkana
In them there
Ol′ cotton fields at home

I was over in Arkansas
When the sheriff asked me
"What did you come here for?"
In them there
Ol' cotton fields at home


Yes, I was over in Arkansas
When the sheriff asked me
"What did you come here for?"
In them there
Ol′ cotton fields at home

Oh, when them cotton balls bet rotten
You can't pick very much cotton
In them there
Ol' cotton fields at home

It was down in Louisiana
Just a mile from Texarkana
In them there
Ol′ cotton fields at home

When I was a little baby
My Mama would rock me in the cradle
In them there
Ol′ cotton fields at home

When I was a little baby, baby
My Mama would rock me in the cradle
In them there
Ol' cotton fields at home

Oh, when them cotton balls bet rotten
You can′t pick very much cotton
In them there
Ol' cotton fields at home

It was down in Louisiana
Just a mile from Texarkana
In them there
Ol′ cotton fields at home
In them there
Ol' cotton fields at home
Yeah