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 Virginnie

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