Wagon wheels are turning with cobble colored sound

When me and little Tommy rode the first load in the town

The cotton gin was ginning out the pennies for the pounds

Like a giant vacuum cleaner sucking let up off the ground

Our freckled faces sparkled then like diamonds in the rough

With smiles it smells of snaggleteeth and good old Garett snuff

If I could I would be tradin' all this fat back for the lean

When Jesus was our Saviour and cotton was our king

This kind of life we're living beats all I've ever seen

Seems some of us was born for picking things and eaten beans

Still I reckon girl or diggin' fairly well in our means

Cause Jesus was our Saviour and cotton was our king

Our freckled faces sparkled then like diamonds in the rough

With smiles it smells of snaggleteeth and good old Garett snuff

If I could I would be tradin' all this fat back for the lean

When Jesus was our Saviour and cotton was our king

Our freckled faces sparkled then like diamonds in the rough

With smiles it smells of snaggleteeth and good old Garett snuff

If I could I would be tradin' all this fat back for the lean

When Jesus was our Saviour and cotton was our king