Black Waters

Black Waters fiyjr.ANRlT( 'i r il f -1 ? ? f w *· j ^=? *—* ^ I come from the moun-tains, Ken - tuck-y's my home, Whore lh C7 r J c_r ? r ^ _—.—., ri. /1 fi =?? wild deer and the black bear so late - Iy did roam; . I By cool rush -in;; P · '?, . Zip ???2 FEf^ Li J- ? ' r á e -.va - ter - falls the wild flow - ers dream, . And through ev - 'ry green C7 B', mm J r ? r r~ ? ¦ r g Oval - ley there runs a clear stream Now there's scenes of de - struc-tlon on ev - 'ry C7 5:3£ r~ r r J r ' f ? r ? r ? I * * I ,i. hand, And there's on -Iy black wa - ters_ run down through my land.. Chorus Bl, F fj^ p I r r' ? ¦ r j r ' r ? r ^ =2Zs Sad scenes of de- etruc-tlon on ev 'ry hand,. C7 F & f i G J r i Bi J *¦ J =EÉ -xL· * * Black wa - ters, black wa - ters run down through the land. ) Copyright 19*7, 1971 Gcordie Music Publishing, Inc. IM W. 74th StrMt, N.~ York. N. Y. 10023 53 I come from the mountains, Kentucky's my home, Where the wild deer and the black bear so lately did roam; By cool rushing waterfalls the wild flowers dream, And through ev'ry green valley there runs a clear stream. Now there's scenes of destruction on ev'ry hand, And there's only black waters run down through my land. Chorus Sad scenes of destruction on ev'ry hand, Black waters, black waters run down through the land. 0 the quail, she's a pretty bird, she sings a sweet tongue; In the roots of tall timbers she nests with her young. But the hillside explodes with the dynamite's roar, And the voices of the small birds will sound Aere no more; And the hillsides come a-sliding so awful and grand, And the flooding black waters rise over my land. Chorus Sad scenes of destruction every hand; Black waters, black waters run down through the land. In the rising of the springtime we plant our corn, In the ending of the springtime we buried a son, In summer come a nice man, said, "Everything's fine— My employer just requires a way to his mine"— Then they threw down my mountain and covered my com, 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 poisonous water spreads over my land. Chorus Sad scenes of destruction on every hand; Black waters, black waters run down through Ae land. Well, I ain't got no money and not much of a home; 1 own my own land, but my land's not my own. But if I had ten million—somewheres thereabouts— I would buy Perry County and run them all outl Set down on Ae bank with my bait in my can, And just watch the clear waters run down Arough my land! Chorus Well, wouldn't Aat be like Ae old Promised Land? Black waters, black waters no more in my land! 54 ...