When I was a little bitty baby,
My mama would rocked me in that cradle,
In them old cotton fields back home. 

and when them cotton bolls get rotten,
You can't pick very much cotton,
In them old cotton fields back home.

It was down in Louisiana, 
Just about a mile from Texarkana,
In them old cotton fields back home.

I was over in Arkansas,
when People ask me what you come here for,
In them old cotton fields back home

It might sound a little funny,
But you don't make very much money,
In them old cotton fields back home. 

当我还是个小小婴儿，
妈妈总伴我在摇篮边，
在家后面的那片老棉花田。

当棉荚开始腐烂，
收获将变得渺茫，
在家后面的那片老棉花田。

在路易斯安纳南边，
距离泰克斯卡那只有一里地，
就是我家后面的那片老棉花田。

记得初到阿肯色，
人们总问我来这有何贵干，
怎么不呆在家后面的老棉花田？

这听起来真有点可笑，
因为你无法挣到到大钱，
在家后面的那片老棉花田。