Oil On The Water
© 2010
Author: Herb Hartley
Oil On The Water


He was born the son of a West Texas oil man
Working on a rig out in the gulf
12 hour shifts, He followed in his daddy's footsteps
Married to his childhood sweetheart, life was good.

When the sun went down that Louisiana evening
He'd never live to see it rise again.
He'd never get to hold his wife or newborn baby
Or ever see their smiling face again

Now there's oil on the water
There's black tar on the beaches pure white sand.
And there's blood on the hands of politicians
There's an outcry from the streets, and oil on the water.

At the bottom of the sea the oil keeps flowing
While the finger pointers argue who's to blame
It doesn't matter how, cause we can't seem to stop it.
I'm thinking, only only God can help us now

Can't say who's right or wrong, No one has the final answer
The important things just seem to fade away
Eleven lives are gone beneath the dark ocean waters
Eleven families left out on their own, alone

Now there's oil on the water
There's black tar on the beaches pure white sand.
And there's blood on the hands of politicians
There's an outcry from the streets, and oil on the water.