Silverwater (NDC-TT)

[INTRO] Cold water… late July… [VERSE 1] Wet cans by the riverbank cheap liquor breath Blue smoke hanging through the trees someone frying perch Young boys in their orange vests laughing much too loud one more ride through Broken Neck one more twisted raft [PRE-CHORUS] And the river bends slow past the warning signs like eels beneath black water slipping through the reeds [CHORUS] You feel the silverwater deep in the river mist he pours the black lake whiskey while the fiddle cries You feel the silverwater every flooding spring he hosts the race he hosts the night beneath the silver riverlight [VERSE 2] Raincoats on the folding chairs flies around the lamps Old men chewing filter tips mud ground in their boots Girls wrapped up in wool blankets passing bottles round someone hears a laughing voice underneath the bridge [PRE-CHORUS] And the whitewater rolls through the leaning stones like salmon beneath moonlight fighting through the foam [CHORUS] You feel the silverwater deep in the river mist he pours the black lake whiskey while the fiddle cries You feel the silverwater every flooding spring he hosts the race he hosts the night beneath the silver riverlight [BRIDGE] Half a boat below the bridge rope caught in the reeds one wet hand upon the rail then nothing but the stream Mothers lock the station wagons fathers drain the cans still the boys walk toward the water grinning in the dark [CHORUS] You feel the silverwater all the old folks know once you hear the fiddling start you don’t walk home alone You feel the silverwater every year they ride back into the whitewater beneath the silver riverlight He hosts the race he hosts the night beneath the silver riverlight [OUTRO] Cold water… late July…