Cabin in the Cotton (There’s a) – Cab Calloway – letras

There’s a cabin in the southlandWhere 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 sentimentalAnd I see a smile so gentle,When I think of old VirginnieAnd 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 morningIn the cabin I was born in,Little cabin in the cottonI have not forgotten you.