Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Black Waters, artist - Son Lux. Album song Remnants, in the genre
Date of issue: 04.04.2019
Record label: This Is Meru
Song language: English
Black Waters |
I come from the mountains, Kentucky’s my home |
Where the wild deer and black bear so lately did roam |
By the cool rushing waterfall the wildflowers dream |
And through every green valley, there runs a clear stream |
Now there’s scenes of destruction on every hand |
And only black waters run down through my land |
Sad scenes of destruction on every hand |
Black waters, black waters, run down through my land |
Well, the quail, she’s a pretty bird and she sings a sweet tongue |
In the roots of tall timber she nests with her young |
But the hillside explodes with the dynamites roar |
And the voices of small birds were sounding no more |
And the mountain comes a sliding so awful and grand |
And the flooding black waters rise over my land |
Sad scenes of destruction on every hand |
Black waters, black waters, run down through the land |
In the rising of springtime we planted our corn |
In the ending of springtime we buried our son |
In the 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 co’ered my corn |
Now the grave on the hillside 's a mile deeper down |
And the man stands and talks with his hat in his hand |
While the poisonous waters rise over my land |
Sad scenes of destruction on every hand |
Black waters, black waters, run down through the 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 ten million, somewheres thereabout |
I would buy Perry county and throw them all out |
And down on the banks with my bait and my can |
And just watch the clear waters run down through my land |
I come from the mountains, Kentucky’s my home |
Where the wild deer and black bear so lately did roam |
By the cool rushing waterfall the wildflowers dream |
And through every green valley, there runs a clear stream |
Now there’s scenes of destruction on every hand |
Well, wouldn’t that be just like the old promised land? |
Black waters, black waters no more in my land |
Black waters, black waters no more in my land |