Waylon Jennings - Pickin' White Gold Lyrics
(Fred Carter)Down in the place where I call homeI've been workin' my fingers to the bonePickin' white gold, pickin' white gold.All day long in Louisiana sunPickin' and a pullin' white cotton by the tonsPickin' white gold, pickin' white gold.I fill my sack and I put it on my shoulderAnd then I take one againOId man cotton won't let me make a nickelTill I get it to a cotton gin.So I bent my back till I think it's gonna breakTry to keep a thinkin' how much I'm gonna makePickin' white gold, pickin' white gold.--- Instrumental ---There's a little girl I call Bellie all dayShe works alongside of mePickin' white gold, pickin' white gold.Her lips are soft as a cotton in a handAnd side by side we're makin' our plansPickin' white gold, pickin' white gold.There's a little house with a little solid groundThat would make a mighty pretty homeAll we need is little money downAnd we could call it our home.I can't rest till I get throughI need the money for what it can doPickin' white gold, pickin' white goldPickin' white gold, pickin' white gold...
