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