Black Waters

I come from the mountains, Kentucky's my home where the wild dear the black bear so lately did roam
By the cool rushing water fall the wild flowers dream and in every green valley there runs a clear stream
Now there are scenes of destruction on every hand and only black waters run down through my land
Sad scenes of destruction every hand
Black waters, black waters run down through my land.

Well the quail, she is a pretty bird, she sings a sweet tongue
In the roots of the tall timber she nests with her young
Then the hillside explodes with a dynamite's roar and the voice of the small bird will sound there no more
And the mountain comes a sliding so awful and grand and the flooding black waters rise over my land
In the coming of the spring time we planted our corn
In the end of the spring time we buried our son
In the summer comes a nice man who says everything's fine my employer just requires a way to his mine
Then they tore down the mountain and covered my corn and the grave on the hillside a mile deeper down
In the man stands a talking with his hat in his hands while the poisoned black waters rise over my land
Sad scenes of destruction every hand
Black waters, black waters run down through my land.

Well I ain't got no money, not much of a home I own my own land but my land's not my own but if I had 10 billion or somewhere thereabouts I'd buy Perry County and run 'em all out and sit on the banks with my bait and my can and watch the clear waters run down through my land.
Now wouldn't that be like the old promised land?
Black waters black waters no more in my land.