Brad Boatright - Oil And Gas lyrics

Oil barons don't raise their children in your town They don't plan vegetables in your garden Don't drink from your wells Where will you go when your land, your drinking water, the air you breathe Is no longer fit for life? Drill the shale dry The earth is robbed The species done Drill Pure water gone No clean up when the profit's gone Where will you go when your home is no longer fit for life?