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 Our freckled faces sparkled then like diamonds in the rough With smiles it smells of snaggleteeth and good old Garett snuff If I could I would be tradin' all this fat back 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 eaten beans Still I reckon girl or diggin' fairly well in our means Cause Jesus was our Saviour and cotton was our king Our freckled faces sparkled then like diamonds in the rough With smiles it smells of snaggleteeth and good old Garett snuff If I could I would be tradin' all this fat back 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 it smells of snaggleteeth and good old Garett snuff If I could I would be tradin' all this fat back for the lean When Jesus was our Saviour and cotton was our kingTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
