Waylon Jennings - Pickin' White Gold lyrics

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. 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...