black gold, copyright 2007 mark cool

in the chill before the dawn on arizona plain an old woman kneels in the dust and prays

everyday she gives thanks for this place where her ancestors came by the white man's grace

she's got a one room shack with no lights and no heat, she doesn't speak english, never needed any

all her life she's worked the land and kept her sheep, now they come knockin' sayin she's gotta leave

the bureau tells her it's about grazing rights and treaties, and they're gonna give the navajo a fine new home

but they're just middle men for the power companies, 'cuz there's coal in the land and coal is black gold

the old woamn says she won't go this is her place, as her neighbors sadly move without a fight or a fuss,

still she'll stand .22 in hand in the name of justice

somewhere in los angeles someone flicks a lightswitch, somewhere in phoenix someone surfs the internet bands

they're unaware of the price of their convenience

'cuz their power comes from coal dug from navajo lands

hey

black gold