Black Waters Lyrics - Calling Me Home - Kathy Mattea

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 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 

Oh the quail, she's a pretty bird, she sings a sweet tongue 

In the roots of tall timber she nests with her young 

Then the hillside explodes with the dynamite's roar 

And the voice of the small bird is heard there no more 

Then the mountain comes tumbling so awful and grand 

And the poison black waters run down through my land 

Sad scenes of destruction on every hand 

Black waters, black waters, run down through my land 

In the coming of the springtime we planted our corn 

In the ending of the springtime we buried a son 

In the summer come a nice man, says everything's fine 

My employer just requires a way to his mine 

Then they blew down the timber 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 poison black waters rise over my land 

Sad scenes of destruction on every hand 

Black waters, black waters, run down through my land 

Well I don't have much money, not much of a home 

I own my own land, but my land's not my own 

But, if I had ten million, somewhere's thereabouts 

Well, I'd buy Perry county and I'd drive 'em all out 

Then I'd sit on the bank with my bait and my can 

And watch the clear waters run down through my land 

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