Pickin` White Gold — текст песни (Waylon Jennings)

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
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