Chains can be silent, I was surprised to learn
We've made our way nine days now, and my wrists have begun to burn
Their lanterns glisten like diamonds in the sun
But the night covers our footfall on the run
Black winds roll in the heyday of the coal seam
Where the river takes a turn to Ferncliff, always fighting upstream
Gunshots scatter daylight, birds look on the same
For the grave's half-hearted welcome knows my name
Last water to Whitsett, lasting under skies
Early to bed, early to rise
But there'll be no more stops 'til morning
'til I'm back home in my roots
When the blood stains the leather on my boots
Climbing under water willows, reminded of my past
A boy no taller than the river's depth, catching smallmouth to throw 'em back
Would have killed to laugh at something from those days
But freedom's out some ways ahead, its journey ever stays
Last water to Whitsett, lasting under skies
Early to bed, early to rise
But there'll be no more stops 'til morning
'til I'm back home in my roots
When the blood stains the leather on my boots
But there'll be no more stops 'til morning
'til I'm back home in my roots
When the blood stains the leather on my boots
Levi Graft - Last Water To Whitsett Lyrics
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Chains can be silent, I was surprised to learn
We've made our way nine days now, and my wrists have begun to burn
Their lanterns glisten like diamonds in the sun
But the night covers our footfall on the run
Black winds roll in the heyday of the coal seam
Where the river takes a turn to Ferncliff, always fighting upstream
Gunshots scatter daylight, birds look on the same
For the grave's half-hearted welcome knows my name
Last water to Whitsett, lasting under skies
Early to bed, early to rise
But there'll be no more stops 'til morning
'til I'm back home in my roots
When the blood stains the leather on my boots
Climbing under water willows, reminded of my past
A boy no taller than the river's depth, catching smallmouth to throw 'em back
Would have killed to laugh at something from those days
But freedom's out some ways ahead, its journey ever stays
Last water to Whitsett, lasting under skies
Early to bed, early to rise
But there'll be no more stops 'til morning
'til I'm back home in my roots
When the blood stains the leather on my boots
But there'll be no more stops 'til morning
'til I'm back home in my roots
When the blood stains the leather on my boots
We've made our way nine days now, and my wrists have begun to burn
Their lanterns glisten like diamonds in the sun
But the night covers our footfall on the run
Black winds roll in the heyday of the coal seam
Where the river takes a turn to Ferncliff, always fighting upstream
Gunshots scatter daylight, birds look on the same
For the grave's half-hearted welcome knows my name
Last water to Whitsett, lasting under skies
Early to bed, early to rise
But there'll be no more stops 'til morning
'til I'm back home in my roots
When the blood stains the leather on my boots
Climbing under water willows, reminded of my past
A boy no taller than the river's depth, catching smallmouth to throw 'em back
Would have killed to laugh at something from those days
But freedom's out some ways ahead, its journey ever stays
Last water to Whitsett, lasting under skies
Early to bed, early to rise
But there'll be no more stops 'til morning
'til I'm back home in my roots
When the blood stains the leather on my boots
But there'll be no more stops 'til morning
'til I'm back home in my roots
When the blood stains the leather on my boots
Writer: Levi Graft, Stephen Gallo
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