Letras
Morning fog in Webster Springs, courthouse town waking slow
Back Fork water rolling steady, past the bridges down below
Route 15 on a quiet rise, Route 20 running long
Tires humming through the hardwood shade, where the hills stay strong
Coffee in the cupholder, keys in hand, breath in
You don't get to pick the moment, you just answer, you just step in
From Cowan down through Burgoo, Camden on the Gauley Bend
Every porch light tells a story, every call starts where it ends
No big talk, no parade, just steady voice when folks are afraid
Webster County, hold that line
When the rain comes down and the world gets loud
From Webster Springs to the hardwood hills
We show up steady, we don't back down
Every back road, every late night call
We do it quiet, we do it proud
Webster County Sheriff's Department
Yeah, we hold that line
Out past Holly River, where the state park turns to dark
Headlights cutting through the bends like a match spark in the bark
Route 82 by Cowan, running close to water and stone
Passing Cowan Fire Department, bay door shut, but you're not home
Gravel popping under tires where the signal comes and goes
Webster County High up in Upper Glade, Friday lights in the cold
Kids learning what a hometown is before they ever grow old
A call comes in, overdose, quiet house, porch light weak
You move calm, you move quick, trying hard to find a beat
Family standing in the doorway, hands shaking, holding breath
You do the work, you say the words, you fight that edge of death
We clear the scene, we do what's right
Then carry it home in the dash light
Webster County, hold that line
When the rain comes down and the world gets loud
From Webster Springs to the hardwood hills
We show up steady, we don't back down
Every back road, every late night call
We do it quiet, we do it proud
Webster County Sheriff's Department
Yeah, we hold that line
Some nights it's just a wreck on the curve