Black Gold

Verse 1
I grew up with the rhythm of a pump jack
Pumpin' out black gold
Ebony devil of the south land
Wicked woman will steal your soul
Oooooh oooooh ooooooh Steal your soul

Well I was born to a family of roughnecks
They called us oilfield trash
As a child I was warned don't let the oilfield getcha
'Cause you won't be comin' back
Noooo oooooh ooooh don't let it getcha
No no

Chorus
Poppa told me son ya better leave this ol' boomtown while you can
Take your guitar and your songbook, plant your feet and make a stand
Tell the story of your people, make sure everybody knows
A workin' man can't get nowhere when he's workin' for black gold

Verse 2
Well I boarded an eastbound Greyhound
I saw my momma cry
The town disappeared in the sunset
As my daddy waved goodbye
I'm on my own
Oooooooh ooooooh ooooooh
I'm all alone

Daddy was still a young man
When they laid him in the ground
I still recall the final words he told me
As I read that telegram
Don't come back
Nooooo ooooooh ooooooh
Don't let her getcha
No no

Repeat Chorus

Solo

Verse 3
Well I felt like some ol' outlaw
Ridin' back into that town
The pump jacks were still pumpin'
All the houses fallin' down
The rich man he got richer
The poor man's back was broke
Thank God my daddy saved me from that woman called black gold.

Chorus 2
Now I ride a silver eagle, takes me through that ol' dust bowl
And I still see those pump jacks, feel their rhythm in my soul
And every time I take the stage well deep inside I know
I'm oilfield trash that broke the chains
Of that **** we call black gold