Songtext von 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