Jesus Was Our Saviour And Cotton Was Our King
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Wagon wheels are turning with cobble colored sound
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When me and little Tommy rode the first load in the town
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The cotton gin was ginning out the pennies for the pounds
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Like a giant vacuum cleaner sucking let up off the ground
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Our freckled faces sparkled then like diamonds in the rough
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With smiles it smells of snaggleteeth and good old Garett snuff
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If I could I would be tradin' all this fat back for the lean
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When Jesus was our Saviour and cotton was our king

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This kind of life we're living beats all I've ever seen
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Seems some of us was born for picking things and eaten beans
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Still I reckon girl or diggin' fairly well in our means
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Cause Jesus was our Saviour and cotton was our king
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Our freckled faces sparkled then like diamonds in the rough
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With smiles it smells of snaggleteeth and good old Garett snuff
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If I could I would be tradin' all this fat back for the lean
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When Jesus was our Saviour and cotton was our king
CHORUS:
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Our freckled faces sparkled then like diamonds in the rough
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With smiles it smells of snaggleteeth and good old Garett snuff
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If I could I would be tradin' all this fat back for the lean
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When Jesus was our Saviour and cotton was our king