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There's a cabin in the southlandWhere I long to goLittle cabin in the cottonWhere the cotton grows. There's a cabin in the cottonFar away but not forgottenAnd in every recollectionThat's where my affection strays. I got a feeling so sentimentalAnd I see a smile so gentleWhen I think of old VirginieAnd my pickaninny days. We took the good and we took the evilLaughter and song and the old boll weevilTime has gone by now here am IWishing that I only knew: How to wake up in the morningIn the cabin I was born inLittle cabin in the cottonI have not forgotten you. Aus Songtexte Mania