Black Waters - Panopticon

I come from the mountains, Kentucky’s my home where the wild dear the black

bear so lately did roam

By the cool rushing water fall the wild flowers dream and in every green valley

there runs a clear stream

Now there are scenes of destruction on every hand and only black waters run

down through my land

Sad scenes of destruction every hand

Black waters, black waters run down through my land

Well the quail, she is a pretty bird, she sings a sweet tongue

In the roots of the tall timber she nests with her young

Then the hillside explodes with a dynamite’s roar and the voice of the small

bird will sound 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 the spring time we planted our corn

In the end of the spring time we buried our son

In the summer comes a nice man who says everything’s fine my employer just

requires a way to his mine

Then they tore down the mountain and covered my corn and the grave on the

hillside a mile deeper down

In the man stands a talking with his hat in his hands while the poisoned black

waters rise over my land

Sad scenes of destruction every hand

Black waters, black waters run down through 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 10 billion or somewhere thereabouts I’d buy Perry

County and run 'em all out and sit on the banks with my bait and my can and

watch the clear waters run down through my land

Now wouldn’t that be like the old promised land?

Black waters black waters no more in my land