as small as a world and as large as alone

Well I don’t have much money, not much of a home
I own my own land, but my land’s not my own
But, if I had ten million, somewhere’s thereabouts
Well, I’d buy Perry county and I’d drive ‘em all out
Then I’d sit on the bank with my bait and my can
And watch the clear waters run down through my land

Well, wouldn’t that be just like the old promised land?
Black waters, black waters no more in my land
Black waters, black waters no more in my land

–Kathy Mattea, “Black Waters”

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