Black Gold – Daniel Amos – letras

Goin’ down to Texas where you can’t see thetop of their hatsThat’s fat-cat country, « Thank you, honey,put the money in the sack »Makin’ oil my middle name, gonna play the rich man’s gameGoin’ down to Texas, I’m ready, Paul Getty step backI’ve got the black gold fever and mytemperature’s runnin’ highYou’ve got to quench your thirstwhen your mouth is cotton dryAnd just like the preacher’s call, I’ve gotta go, that’s allI 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 deadListen to your heart and not your head, boyI’m prayin’ you get the gospel fever instead »Well, I hear the « clickity-clack » of the railroad trackGoin’ down there, son, where the gold is blackThough somethin’s tellin’ me somethin’ ain’t rightPut the Bible back on the shelfSaid, son get a hold of yourselfYou want black gold livin’ there ain’t no lookin’ backWell, I cancelled my order when I crossed overAnd the train hit the border lineAnd my Bible-beltin’ momma and the words she spokeSuddenly came to mindI said the words she spoke to meBrought me to my ever-lovin’ kneesThat’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 headNow I’ve got that Gospel feverGot that Gospel feverGot that Gospel fever, praise God, instead!