The wagon wheels are turning with a cobble colored sound
When me and little Davey rode the first load into town
The cotton gin was ginning out the pennies for the pounds
Like a giant vacuum cleaner sucking lint up off the ground
Our freckled faces sparkled then like diamonds in the rough
With smiles that smelled of snaggle-teeth and good old Garrett snuff
If I could, I would be trading all this fat back for the lean
When Jesus was our savior and cotton was our king
This kind of life we're living beats all I ever seen
Guess some of us was born for picking things and eaten beans
Still, I reckon we're all digging something well in our means
'Cause Jesus is our savior now 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 fat back for the lean
When Jesus was our savior and cotton was our king
