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