Jesus Was Our Saviour And Cotton Was Our King
Billy Joe Shaver
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 trading all
This fat back for the lean
When Jesus was our Savior 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 digging
Fairly well in our means
Because Jesus was our Savior and
Cotton was our king