Pickin' White Gold Lyrics - 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. 

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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. 

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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. 

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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...