[Verse 1]
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

[Chorus]
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 Savior, and cotton was our king

[Verse 2]
This kind of life we're living beats all I've ever seen
Seems some of us was born for picking things and eatin' beans
Still I reckon we're all digging fairly well in our means
Because Jesus is our Savior still, but cotton ain't our king

[Chorus]
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 Savior, and cotton was our king

[Chorus]
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 Savior, and cotton was our king