Testo Cabin in the Cotton

There's a cabin in the southland
Where I long to go
Little cabin in the cotton
Where the cotton grows.

There's a cabin in the cotton
Far away but not forgotten
And in every recollection That's where my affection strays.

I got a feeling so sentimental
And I see a smile so gentle
When I think of old Virginie
And my pickaninny days.

We took the good and we took the evil
Laughter and song and the old boll weevil
Time has gone by now here am I
Wishing that I only knew:

How to wake up in the morning
In the cabin I was born in
Little cabin in the cotton I have not forgotten you.