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.

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.

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...