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   Old 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