Creedence Clearwater Revival - Cotton fields

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When I was a little pretty 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 Texascana
In them old Cotton Fields back home

Oh, when them cotton balls get ripin`
You can pick very much cotton
In them old Cotton Fields back home
It was down in Louisiana just about a mile from Texascana
In them old Cotton Fields back home

BREAK

When I was a little pretty 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 Texascana
In them old Cotton Fields back home

Oh, when them cotton balls get ripin`
You can pick very much cotton
In them old Cotton Fields back home
It was down in Louisiana just about a mile from Texascana
In them old Cotton Fields back home

SOLO

When I was a little pretty 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 Texascana
In them old Cotton Fields back home

In them old Cotton Fields back home

Inne utwory

  • Keep on chooglin
  • What are you gonna do
  • Poorboy shuffle
  • Sweet hitch-hiker
  • Gloomy
  • The midnight special
  • Wrote a song for everyone
  • Porterville
  • Commotion
  • Bootleg
  • The night time
  • Bad moon rising
  • Lodi
  • Effigy
  • Get down woman
  • Molina

    • Losowe utwory

    Dark from the dying

    Under the moon i am a warrior
    Seeking the shades of the night
    Crossing the land like a hero
    Marching with pain and delight
    Nothing to gain but the scars inside
    Cold is the mask and I m sore from crying

    I m running blind in my shoes
    I...

    Za Sobą

    Zawsze było tak wciąż razem ty i ja
    nierealny taki naszych marzeń świat
    ty ucieczką byłeś od codziennych spraw
    z tobą jednym nudzić się nie miałam jak

    Teraz patrzę na twą twarz przez szkło
    co się stało z nami nie obchodzi mnie już to...

    The midnight special

    Well, you wake up in the mornin , you hear the work bell ring,
    And they march you to the table to see the same old thing.
    Ain t no food upon the table, and no pork up in the pan.
    But you better not complain, boy,...

    Think

    You better think (think)
    Think about what you´re tryin´ to do to me
    Think (think-think) let your mind go let yourself be free

    Let´s go back - let´s go back
    Let´s go way on to way back when
    I didn´t even know you
    You couldn´t a been too much...

    From Paris to Berlin

    From Paris to Berlin,
    and every disco I get in,
    my heart is pumping for love,
    pumping for love,
    Cause when I m thinking of you,
    and all the things we could do,
    my heart is pumping for love,
    you left me...