A
Wagon wheels are turning with cobble colored sound
      D                                               A
When me and little Tommy rode the first load in the town
      D                                              A
The cotton gin was ginning out the pennies for the pounds
         E                                           A
Like a giant vacuum cleaner sucking let up off the ground

[Chorus]
A                                        E              A
Our freckled faces sparkled then like diamonds in the rough
                                           E                A
With smiles it smells of snaggleteeth and good old Garett snuff
       D                                                  A
If I could I would be tradin' all this fat back for the lean
                     E                         A
When Jesus was our Saviour and cotton was our king

[Verse]
A
This kind of life we're living beats all I've ever seen
       D                                                 A
Seems some of us was born for picking things and eaten beans
         D                                          A
Still I reckon girl or diggin' fairly well in our means
                       E                         A
Cause Jesus was our Saviour and cotton was our king

[Chorus]
A                                        E              A
Our freckled faces sparkled then like diamonds in the rough
                                           E                A
With smiles it smells of snaggleteeth and good old Garett snuff
       D                                                  A
If I could I would be tradin' all this fat back for the lean
                      E                        A
When Jesus was our Saviour and cotton was our king

[Chorus]
A                                        E              A
Our freckled faces sparkled then like diamonds in the rough
                                           E                A
With smiles it smells of snaggleteeth and good old Garett snuff
       D                                                  A
If I could I would be tradin' all this fat back for the lean
                      E                        A
When Jesus was our Saviour and cotton was our king