Who Sang Black Waters? Kathy Mattea

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Genre: Folk, World, & Country
Style: Country/Bluegrass/Folk
length: 4:56
I come from the mountains, Kentuckys my home,
By the cool rushing waterfall, the wild flowers dream,
And through every green valley there runs a clear stream.
Now theres scenes of destruction on every hand,
Sad scenes of destruction on every hand,
Black waters, black waters run down through my land.
Oh, the queen, shes a pretty bird, she sings a sweet tune,
Then the hill side explodes with a dynamites roar,
Then the mountain comes tumbling so awful and grand,
As 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 spring time we planted our corn,
In the ending of the spring time we buried our son.
In the summer come a nice man, says everythings fine,
Then he blew down the timber, covered my corn
And the grave on the hillsides a mile deeper down.
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.
Now I dont have much money, not much of a home,
Then Id sit on the bank with my babe and my can
Oh, and that would 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.
By the cool rushing waterfall, the wild flowers dream,
And through every green valley there runs a clear stream.
Now theres scenes of destruction on every hand,
Sad scenes of destruction on every hand,
Black waters, black waters run down through my land.
Oh, the queen, shes a pretty bird, she sings a sweet tune,
Then the hill side explodes with a dynamites roar,
Then the mountain comes tumbling so awful and grand,
As 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 spring time we planted our corn,
In the ending of the spring time we buried our son.
In the summer come a nice man, says everythings fine,
Then he blew down the timber, covered my corn
And the grave on the hillsides a mile deeper down.
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.
Now I dont have much money, not much of a home,
Then Id sit on the bank with my babe and my can
Oh, and that would 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.