Wagon wheels are turning with cobble colored soundWhen me and little Tommy rode the first load in the townThe cotton gin was ginning out the pennies for the poundsLike a giant vacuum cleaner sucking let up off the ground
Our freckled faces sparkled then like diamonds in the roughWith smiles it smells of snaggleteeth and good old Garett snuffIf I could I would be tradin' all this fat back for the leanWhen Jesus was our Saviour and cotton was our king
This kind of life we're living beats all I've ever seenSeems some of us was born for picking things and eaten beansStill I reckon girl or diggin' fairly well in our meansCause Jesus was our Saviour and cotton was our king
Our freckled faces sparkled then like diamonds in the roughWith smiles it smells of snaggleteeth and good old Garett snuffIf I could I would be tradin' all this fat back for the leanWhen Jesus was our Saviour and cotton was our king
Our freckled faces sparkled then like diamonds in the roughWith smiles it smells of snaggleteeth and good old Garett snuffIf I could I would be tradin' all this fat back for the leanWhen Jesus was our Saviour and cotton was our king