Pickin’ White Gold Songtext
von Waylon Jennings

(Fred Carter)

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.


--- Instrumental ---

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...