When I was a little bitty baby,
my mama brought me in the rain
In that old cotton field back home,
way back home
She said, you're like your pappy,
gonna wake up slap happy
In that old cotton tail back home
Well, the cotton done turned rotten,
and I hate rotten cotton
In that old cottontail back home,
way back home
It was down in Louisiana,
just five miles from Texarkana
In that old cottontail, oh one more time
It was down in Alabama
that I saw a dear old mammy
In that old cottontail back home,
way back home
She said, you got a whammy,
you gonna wake up lookin' like Sammy
In that old cottontail back home
Yeah, the cotton turned rotten
And I hate rotten cotton
In that old cottontail back home
Way back home
It was down in Louisiana
Just five miles from Texarkana
In that old cottontail back home
Get hot, boys!
I tell you, boy, that ain't it, man,
that ain't it, just playin' on me.
Oh my gos h!
down in Arkansas
folks said what you want to come here for
in that old cotton field back home
way back home
it was down in Arkansas
folks said what you want to come here for
in that old cotton field back home
hey the cotton done turned rotten
and i hate rotten cotton
in that old cotton field back home
way back home
it was down in louisiana
yet five miles from texas county
in that old cotton field back home
in that old cotton field back home
in that old hey daddy look like
you don't like this tune?
He don't know
nothing about no cotton.
Only what he's wearing.
If you got any cotton on,
how about your underwear?
Is that cotton?
That's the only cotton he knows.
Man, this is a good tune, man.
It's a good tune.
We rehearsed this tune two weeks.
It's a good tune, man.
Look, look, when we play this tune,
I could just close my eyes
and see a rabbit going
down the cotton patch
And I see a guy takes out
his double -barrel shotgun,
and it takes day to day
Hey you an d we have
rabbit and rice and gravy
You don't know nothing
about no gravy
gravy gravy is where it's at it
you never had no gravy
Porkchops and turnip salad.
You don't know nothing about that,
man.
This is a city, fella.
It's a city.
Look, I can just see my mama fixing
Sunday dinner, see?
She fix a great big possum, see?
And stuff candy yams
down in his mouth.
That's some good eatin', Dad.
That's good eatin'. Delightful.
In that old cotton fields back home.
In that old cotton fields back home.
In that old cotton fields back home.
Let's go home, Max.
In that old cotton fields, cotton fields,
cotton fields
You missed it, Daddy,
you missed it, you missed it.