Spindletop to Kerr-Magee

Spindletop to Kerr-Magee

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They were tall wooden structures,
Reaching upward for the sky,
There upon a small hill,
Called sacred by the Indians,
On the banks of the Neches River,
Sweating young men standing,
Wrapped in torn clothes,
Drillers dropping pipes into the depths,
Never gone before.


And along came the music,
Pipeliner blues, Moon Mullins,
Later Big Bopper and George Jones,
Walked the downtown streets,
A time that changed everything,
Import of young Nederland workers,
To work in the refineries,
That blossomed like steeples,
There along the Neches and Lake Sabine,


And, one day Cher drove across Rainbow Bridge,
Raising the window, the odor unacceptable,
In that film of Karen Silkwood,
A Port Arthur girl,
As warm as Janice Joplin and Mary Karr,
Moved to Kerr Oklahoma,
For work in Nuclear Technology,
As how so much are connected,
From Spindletop's first blow.