WAYLON JENNINGS - PICKIN' WHITE GOLD lyrics

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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

OId 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

[ guitar - harmonica ]

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 lead is little money down and we could call it our Rome

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