Artist: buck owens
Song: white satin bed
Hangin' on to every nickel and every dime never had a dollar to call mine
I gotta work tomorrow just to pay for the day
Well I worked all that I can stand now I long for the day
Then I can sleep in my white satin bed with a red velvet pillow for my head
They'll lower me into my grave with gropes of gold and bread
And I'll sleep for eternity in my white satin bed
Well I never had no soft warm bed before just a cold park bench or a boxcar floor
Thumbin' north to the coal mines or south to cotton fields
Oh hangin' on it won't be long till I'll know how it feels
To sleep in my white satin bed...
Yes I'll sleep for eternity in my white satin bed
