Pickin' White Gold Songtext

von Waylon Jennings

Down in the place where I call home
I've been workin? my fingers to the bone
Pickin? white gold, pickin? white gold.

All day long in Louisiana sun
Pickin? and a pullin? white cotton by the tons
Pickin? white gold, pickin? white gold.

I fill my sack and I put it on my shoulder
And then I take one again
Old man cotton won't let me make a nickel
Till I get it to a cotton gin.

So I bent my back till I think it's gonna break
Try to keep a thinkin? how much I'm gonna make
Pickin? white gold, pickin? white gold.

There's a little girl I call Bellie all day
She works alongside of me
Pickin? white gold, pickin? white gold.

Her lips are soft as a cotton in a hand
And side by side we're makin? our plans
Pickin? white gold, pickin? white gold.

There's a little house with a little solid ground
That would make a mighty pretty home
All we need is little money down
And we could call it our home.

I can't rest till I get through
I need the money for what it can do
Pickin? white gold, pickin? white gold
Pickin? white gold, pickin? white gold.