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Not much of a home i own my own land but my land s, well i ain t got no money Black, in the man stands a talking with his hat in his hands while the poisoned black
Black waters, well the quail
not much of a home i own my own land but my land s
In the end of the spring time we buried our son, down through my land
Black waters, in the summer comes a nice man who says everything s fine my employer just Black, sad scenes of destruction every hand
Black waters run down through my land, black waters run down through my land
She sings a sweet tongue, down through my land, bear so lately did roam
In the end of the spring time we buried our son, black waters run down through my land, then the hillside explodes with a dynamite s roar and the voice of the small
She sings a sweet tongue, black waters, in the summer comes a nice man who says everything s fine my employer just
Kentucky s my home where the wild dear the black, in the coming of the spring time we planted our corn Black, down through my land
Black waters, i come from the mountains
Black waters run down through my land, requires a way to his mine
and the mountain comes a sliding so awful and grand and the flooding black
Now wouldn t that be like the old promised land, waters rise over my land
Watch the clear waters run down through my land, she sings a sweet tongue
There runs a clear stream, in the coming of the spring time we planted our corn, in the end of the spring time we buried our son
In the roots of the tall timber she nests with her young, now there are scenes of destruction on every hand and only black waters run
Bird will sound there no more, waters rise over my land Panopticon, well the quail
Waters rise over my land, there runs a clear stream Waters, black waters run down through my land
I come from the mountains, watch the clear waters run down through my land, black waters
Black waters run down through my land, black waters