Wagon wheels are turning
With the 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 that smelled of snaggleteeth
And good old Garrett snuff
If I could I would be trading
All this fatback 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 eating beans
Still I reckon we're all digging
Fairly well within our means
Cause Jesus is our Saviour still
But cotton ain't our king
Our freckled faces sparkled then
Like diamonds in the rough
With smiles that smelled of snaggleteeth
And good old Garrett snuff
If I could I would be trading
All this fatback 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 that smelled of snaggleteeth
And good old Garrett snuff
If I could I would be trading
All this fatback for the lean
When Jesus was our Saviour
And cotton was our king