Black Waters

[Verse 1: Ryan Lott, Ryan Lott & Tamara Lindeman] I come from the mountains, Kentucky's my home Where the wild deer and the black bear so lately did roam By the cool rushing waterfalls the wildflowers dream And through every green valley, there runs a clear stream Now there's scenes of destruction on every hand And there's only black waters run down through my land [Refrain: Ryan Lott, Ryan Lott & Tamara Lindeman] Sad scenes of destruction on every hand Black waters, black waters run down through the land [Verse 2: Ryan Lott, Ryan Lott & Tamara Lindeman] Well, the quail, she's a pretty bird, she sings a sweet tongue In the roots of the tall timber she nests with her young But the hillside explodes with a dynamite's roar And voices of small birds would sound there more And the hillsides come a sliding so awful and grand And the flooding black waters rise over my land [Refrain: Ryan Lott & Tamara Lindeman] Sad scenes of destruction on every hand Black waters, black waters run down through the land [Verse 3: Ryan Lott] In the rising of the springtime we planted our corn In the ending of the springtime we buried our son In summer come a nice man, says everything's fine My employer just requires a way to his mine Then they tore down my mountain and covered my corn And the grave on the hillside's a mile deeper down And the man stands and talks with his hat in his hand As the poisonous waters rise over my land [Refrain: Ryan Lott & Tamara Lindeman] Sad scenes of destruction on every hand Black waters, black waters run down through the land [Verse 4: Ryan Lott & Tamara Lindeman] Well, I ain't got no money, not much of a home I come from the mountains, Kentucky's my home I own my own land, but my land's not my own Where the wild deer and the black bear so lately did roam But if I had ten million somewheres thereabout Cool rushing waterfalls the wildflowers dream I would buy Perry county and I'd throw them all out And through every green valley, there runs a clear stream And down on the banks with my bait and my can Scenes of destruction on every hand And just watch the clear waters run down through my land [Refrain: Ryan Lott & Tamara Lindeman] Well, wouldn't that be like the old promised land? Black waters, black waters no more in my land Black waters, black waters no more in my land