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Black Waters 
Black Waters (Jean Ritchie)
 A E A I come from the mountains, Kentucky's my home
 E A Where the wild deer and black bear so lately did roam
 D A By the cool rushing waterfall the wildflowers dream E And through every green valley, there runs a clear stream
 A D Now there's scenes of destruction on every hand A E A And only black waters run down through my land
 D A Sad scenes of destruction on every hand E A 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 The the hillside explodes with the dynamites roar And the voice of the small bird is heard there no more And the mountain comes a sliding so awful and grand And the flooding black waters rise over my land 
In the coming of springtime we planted our corn In the ending of springtime we buried our son In the summer come a nice man saying everything's fine My employer just requires a way to his mine Then they tore down my mountain and covered my corn Now the grave on the hillside 's a mile deeper down And the man stands a talking with his hat in his hand While the poison black waters rise over my 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 
Well, I'd buy Perry county and throw them all out And just sit down on the banks 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 
Copyright Geordie Music Publishing, Inc. recorded by Jean Ritchie SOF