The wagon wheels are turning
with a cobble colored sound
When me and little Davey rode
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
This kind of life we're living
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
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
