Black Snake
There's a black snake knocking at my door
it's body is from Bakken Shale to Patoka
With venom mighty and a grip so tight
But it's head stays in Texas
And the spirits of my ancestors scream up from the earth,
"Don't let it get us!"
My children ride to the river, steady as life water flows
Standing for our lives and standing for yours
Meanwhile, the forked tongue speaks the white-man law
it whispers to Washington
Greasing political pockets with black gold
and it's reptilian hunger only grows
If it eats me it'll surely bite you in the same cold blooded instinct
We must push it back to the rock
we must keep it undergound
