Black Gold Fever

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 mama said
«Will leave you flat and cold and probably dead
Listen to your heart and not your head, boy
I’m prayin' you get that 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 ahold of yourself
You want black gold livin', there ain’t no lookin' back»
Don’t look back
Aw, boy!
«Black gold fever,» my mama said
(Give me some of that black gold)
«Will leave you flat and cold and probably dead
(Give me, give me that black gold)
Listen to your heart and not your head, boy
I’m prayin' you get that 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 ahold 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-belt mama and the words she spoke now 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 mama said
My mama, mama said
«Will leave you flat and cold and probably dead»
She was right
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!