[Verse 1: Ryan Lott, Ryan Lott & Tamara Lindeman]
I come from the mountains, Kentucky's my home
Where the wild deer and the black bear so lately did roam
By the cool rushing waterfalls the wildflowers dream
And through every green valley, there runs a clear stream
Now there's scenes of destruction on every hand
And there's only black waters run down through my land

[Refrain: Ryan Lott, Ryan Lott & Tamara Lindeman]
Sad scenes of destruction on every hand
Black waters, black waters run down through the land

[Verse 2: Ryan Lott, Ryan Lott & Tamara Lindeman]
Well, the quail, she's a pretty bird, she sings a sweet tongue
In the roots of the tall timber she nests with her young
But the hillside explodes with a dynamite's roar
And voices of small birds would sound there more
And the hillsides come a sliding so awful and grand
And the flooding black waters rise over my land

[Refrain: Ryan Lott & Tamara Lindeman]
Sad scenes of destruction on every hand
Black waters, black waters run down through the land

[Verse 3: Ryan Lott]
In the rising of the springtime we planted our corn
In the ending of the springtime we buried our son
In summer come a nice man, says everything's fine
My employer just requires a way to his mine
Then they tore down my mountain and covered my corn
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 waters rise over my land
[Refrain: Ryan Lott & Tamara Lindeman]
Sad scenes of destruction on every hand
Black waters, black waters run down through the land

[Verse 4: Ryan Lott & Tamara Lindeman]
Well, I ain't got no money, not much of a home
I come from the mountains, Kentucky's my home
I own my own land, but my land's not my own
Where the wild deer and the black bear so lately did roam
But if I had ten million somewheres thereabout
Cool rushing waterfalls the wildflowers dream
I would buy Perry county and I'd throw them all out
And through every green valley, there runs a clear stream
And down on the banks with my bait and my can
Scenes of destruction on every hand
And just watch the clear waters run down through my land

[Refrain: Ryan Lott & Tamara Lindeman]
Well, wouldn't that be like the old promised land?
Black waters, black waters no more in my land
Black waters, black waters no more in my land