Waylon Jennings — Pickin White Gold

[Verse 1] Down in the place where I call home I've been working my fingers to the bone Picking white gold, picking white gold All day long in Louisiana sun Picking and a pulling white cotton by the tons Picking white gold, picking 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 thinking how much I'm going to make [Chorus] Picking white gold, picking white gold [Verse 2] There's a little girl, I call Bellie all day She works alongside of me Picking white gold, picking white gold Her lips are soft as a cotton in a hand And side by side we're making our plans Picking white gold, picking 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 [Chorus]