Last week i was traveling to my farm  on my Mercedes Benz in a hot weather and full or rice and cotton fields  around and it remind me this good old song.

Cotton Fields”
When I was a little bitty baby
My mama would rock me in the cradle,
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.

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