Pickin' White Gold Lyrics - Waylon Jennings

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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
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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




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------ Performed by Waylon Jennings

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------ 10/30/2014

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