Black Gold

Goin' down to Texas where you can't see the

top of their hats

That's fat-cat country, "Thank you, honey,

put the money in the sack"

Makin' oil my middle name, gonna play the rich man's game

Goin' down to Texas, I'm ready, Paul Getty step back

I've got the black gold fever and my

temperature's runnin' high

You've got to quench your thirst

when your mouth is cotton dry

And just like the preacher's call, I've gotta go, that's all

I want black gold livin', I'm givin' my luck a try

"Black gold fever", my momma said

"Will leave you flat and cold and probably dead

Listen to your heart and not your head, boy

I'm prayin' you get the gospel fever instead"

Well, I hear the "clickity-clack" of the railroad track

Goin' down there, son, where the gold is black

Though somethin's tellin' me somethin' ain't right

Put the Bible back on the shelf

Said, son get a hold of yourself

You want black gold livin' there ain't no lookin' back

Well, I cancelled my order when I crossed over

And the train hit the border line

And my Bible-beltin' momma and the words she spoke

Suddenly came to mind

I said the words she spoke to me

Brought me to my ever-lovin' knees

That's when I left that black gold fever forever behind

"Black gold fever", my momma said

"Will leave you flat and cold and probably dead"

So I listened to my heart and not my head

Now I've got that Gospel fever

Got that Gospel fever

Got that Gospel fever, praise God, instead!