Creedence Clearwater Revival - Cotton Fields
Translated lyrics of Creedence Clearwater Revival - Cotton Fields to Español
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- Creedence Clearwater Revival
- Cotton Fields
- Translation by: Karina
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.
And when then cotton balls 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.
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.
And when then cotton balls 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.
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.
In them old, cotton fields back home.
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Publicado el: 2010-01-26 00:31:03 por Karina
Campos De Algodón
Cuando era un bebé, nena
mi mamá me mecía en la cuna
en los viejos campos de algodón de la casa
Era allá en Louisiana
A sólo una milla de Texarkana
En los viejos campos de algodón de casa
Ay cuando las vainas de algodón se pudren
No se puede recoger mucho algodón
En los viejos campos de algodón de casa
Era allá en Louisiana
A sólo una milla de Texarkana
En los viejos campos de algodón de casa
Cuando era un bebé, nena
mi mamá me mecía en la cuna
en los viejos campos de algodón de la casa
Era allá en Louisiana
A sólo una milla de Texarkana
En los viejos campos de algodón de casa
Ay cuando las vainas de algodón se pudren
No se puede recoger mucho algodón
En los viejos campos de algodón de casa
Era allá en Louisiana
A sólo una milla de Texarkana
En los viejos campos de algodón de casa
Cuando era un bebé, nena
mi mamá me mecía en la cuna
en los viejos campos de algodón de la casa
Era allá en Louisiana
A sólo una milla de Texarkana
En los viejos campos de algodón de casa
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