Текст (слова) песни: Waylon Jennings - Pickin` White Gold
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
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