Текст песни Waylon Jennings - Pickin` White Gold
Waylon Jennings - Pickin` White Gold слова песни
Down in the place where I call home I`ve been workin` my fingers to the bonePickin` white gold pickin` white goldAll day long in Louisiana sun pickin` and a pullin` white cotton by the tonsPickin` white gold pickin` white goldI fill my sack and I put it on my shoulder and then I take one againOId man cotton won`t let me make a nickel till I get it to a cotton ginSo I bent my back till I think it`s gonna breakTry to keep a thinkin` how much I`m gonna makePickin` white gold pickin` white gold[ guitar - harmonica ]There`s a little girl I call Bellie all day she works alongside of mePickin` white gold pickin` white goldHer lips are soft as a cotton in a hand and side by side we`re makin` our plansPickin` white gold pickin` white goldThere`s a little house with a little solid ground that would make a mighty pretty homeAll we lead is little money down and we could call it our RomeI can`t rest till I get through I need the money for what it can doPickin` white gold pickin` white gold pickin` white gold pickin` white gold