Вступление
D
When I was a little bitty baby,
GD
My mama would rock me in the cradle,
A
In them old cotton fields back home,
D
When I was a little bitty baby,
GD
My mama would rock me in the cradle,
AD
In them old cotton fields back home.
Chorus:
G
Oh when them cotton balls get rotten,
D
You can't pick very much cotton,
DA
In them old cotton fields back home.
D
It was down in Louisiana,
GD
Just about a mile from Texarkana,
AD
In them old cotton fields back home.
D
Now it may sound a little bit funny,
GD
But you can’t make very much money,
A
In them old cotton fields back home.
D
Yes it might sound a little bit funny,
GD
But you can’t make very much money,
AD
In them old cotton fields back home.
Chorus:
G
Oh when them cotton balls get rotten,
D
You can't pick very much cotton,
DA
In them old cotton fields back home.
D
It was down in Louisiana,
GD
Just about a mile from Texarkana,
AD
In them old cotton fields back home.
D
I was over in Arkansas when the sheriff ask me:
GD
What did you come here for?
A
In them old cotton fields back home.
D
Yes it was over in Arkansas when the sheriff ask me:
GD
What did you come here for?
AD
In them old cotton fields back home.
Chorus:
G
Oh when them cotton balls get rotten,
D
You can't pick very much cotton,
DA
In them old cotton fields back home.
D
It was down in Louisiana,
GD
Just about a mile from Texarkana,
AD
In them old cotton fields back home.