Holding the Line for Whitesburg Verse 1 I can taste the morning dew from the mountain A dense fog rises up from my home Been watching over Whitesburg, and the townsmen No I’m not standing here alone It’s been a couple of years hell I don’t know it feels like more The changing seasons bring me back I can feel that damned bloody war Verse 2 Chorus It took my uncle Elijah; we laid him to rest and an old friend from childhood a warrior that was blessed They rode in we rode out to fight enemies and friends It was time to back em down That was a time when we were all dodging lead, I’m holding the line for Whitesburg holding it for the rebs Verse 3 Brother fought brother father fought son the angel of death carried his own damn gun I can hear the river crying from its blood-stained rocky bed the sound of soldiers dying by black powder and lead Echoes from these battle grounds run deep into our veins we walk among the dead that fought in the grey Chorus It took my uncle Elijah; we laid him to rest and an old friend from childhood a warrior that was blessed They rode in we rode out to fight enemies and friends It was time to back em down That was a time when we were all dodging lead, I’m holding the line for Whitesburg holding it for the rebs ~ Brian Rich
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Holding the Line for Whitesburg
Verse 1
I can taste the morning dew from the mountain A dense fog rises up from my home
Been watching over Whitesburg, and the townsmen No I’m not standing here alone
It’s been a couple of years hell I don’t know it feels like more
The changing seasons bring me back I can feel that damned bloody war
Verse 2 Chorus
It took my uncle Elijah; we laid him to rest and an old friend from childhood a warrior that was blessed
They rode in we rode out to fight enemies and friends It was time to back em down
That was a time when we were all dodging lead, I’m holding the line for Whitesburg holding it for the rebs
Verse 3
Brother fought brother father fought son the angel of death carried his own damn gun
I can hear the river crying from its blood-stained rocky bed the sound of soldiers dying by black powder and lead
Echoes from these battle grounds run deep into our veins we walk among the dead that fought in the grey
Chorus
It took my uncle Elijah; we laid him to rest and an old friend from childhood a warrior that was blessed
They rode in we rode out to fight enemies and friends It was time to back em down
That was a time when we were all dodging lead, I’m holding the line for Whitesburg holding it for the rebs ~ Brian Rich