Letras
Radio glow, boots on the porch, here we go
Sun ain't up, but the scanner is, coffee turning black in Grantsville
Where the courthouse sits, two-lane quiet, ridgeline dark
And that first call hits hard before the morning starts
Down Route 16 where the hollers fold
Back to Route 5 when the air turns cold
A duty belt, a steady hand, and a prayer
You don't say loud, just understand
Ain't chasing praise, ain't chasing fame
Just trying to keep folks safe in a county with a name
Calhoun County, hold that line
From courthouse steps to backroad signs
Route 16, Route 5 where the curves get tight
And the shoulders drop off by
If you're broke down, scared, or stuck out tonight
You'll see them lights coming on the Calhoun County line
There's Arnoldsburg by morning, Pleasant Hill at dusk
A simple traffic stop that don't always stay just
There's clover down the highway, porch lights staying on
And long stretches where the cell bars come and go, then they're gone
Up around Starcher, where Route 33 and Route 119 meet
Then back in them bends where the map gets steep
You show up calm, you speak low, 'cause panic spreads fast
When the night turns cold out here, you learn real quick
Being steady is a skill that sticks
Calhoun County, hold that line
From courthouse steps to backroad signs
Route 16, Route 5 past mailboxes, barns, and the river bottom pines
If you're broke down, scared, or stuck out tonight
You'll see them lights coming on the Calhoun County line
Little Kanawha running black, fog laying low
Headlights cutting through it where the water turns slow
A welfare check on a quiet lane, no answer at the door
A missing elderly call makes your stomach hit the floor
Winter ice on them ridges, summer storms that flood
A wreck in the dark where the gravel turns to mud
Domestic down a driveway, voices getting mean
You step in steady, keep it from turning into a scene
And some nights it's dope and heartbreak, needles and lies