Just like this old dry land
They said I was good for nothing
Gonna wind up old and busted
Drilling for that Texas tea
They said it's time for you to sell
You ain't got a snowball's chance in hell
Well, now I got fifty wells
And this whole town works for me
I drown my soul in a lake of pure black gold
Though it's slick and cold
There ain't nothing more infectious
Than to hear that sound come shooting from the ground
Fame and fortune raining down
From the black heart of Texas
I went to bed a beggar
And I woke up a millionaire
And overnight my coal black hair had all but turned to white
Some said I'd seen the ghost
Said I drank the devil's toast
But when oil and money flow
Everything you do is right
I drown my soul in a lake of pure black gold
Though it's slick and cold
There ain't nothing more infectious
Than to hear that sound come shooting from the ground
Fame and fortune raining down
From the black heart of Texas
Well, here I sit tonight
Drinking hundred proof success
Knowing I know best
'Cause I can't seem to lose
I got a house with 15 cars
I smoke Castro's best cigars
But I wake up every morning
Wondering what I'm gonna do
I drown my soul in a lake of pure black gold
Though it's slick and cold
There ain't nothing more infectious
Than to hear that sound come shooting from the ground
Fame and fortune raining down
From the black heart of Texas
Black heart of Texas
Black Heart Of Texas was written by Neal Coty & Randy VanWarmer.
Black Heart Of Texas was produced by John Kelton.