Letras
Sun ain't up, but Hinton's awake
Coffee black, shift's already late
Radio crackle, boots on the floor
Keys hittin' metal, one more door
Where the greenbrier meets the new
Two rivers talk in mountain blue
Route 20 rollin', porch light glowin'
You go where the quiet gets heavy and slow
Tall cotton pins, John Henry ground
That old tongue story still rides this town
I ain't here for glory, I ain't here to pose
Just keep the peace on these winding roads
If you're scared, if you're stuck, if you're alone
We're already rollin' before you hang up the phone
Summers County, hold that line
When the world goes dark in the timber
From top pipe bends to sandstone nights
We keep it calm when it don't feel right
Past Blue Stone Dam and the river spray
We bring you home one hard mile at a time
Yeah, we carry it quiet, we carry it true
Summers County, we hold that line for you
Interstate 64, white lights on the run
Rain on the map 'til the work gets done
Route 3 cuttin' ridge to ridge
Route 12 where the holler's pitch
Four-tail, jumpin' branch, late night claws
Some days you sprint, some nights you crawl
Sandstone falls, that thunder don't lie
Same as the fear in a stranger's eyes
Welfare check down a gravel drive
Porch light red and the dog won't quit
Missed a call, voice is sharp, hands shakin'
You slow it down, keep space, keep it right
Overdose call, breathin' gun in den
Narcan ready, prayer under your breath
You bring 'em back again
You learn real quick, trouble don't care
If it's backwoods quiet or highway glare
So we show up steady, we don't back down
Just doin' the job for a hard-workin' county
Summers County, hold that line
When the world goes dark in the timber
From Hinton streets to sandstone nights
We keep it calm when it don't feel right