Letras
Sun ain't up, but Spencer's clock is still keeping time
Courthouse stone and the streetlight glow holding that line
Elk River rolling black and slow past the bridge downtown
Coffee strong, radio on, boots hitting ground
US 33 cutting through the fog like a headlight hymn
WY 14 running north and south where the woods get dim
Small county calls, big waiting nights, you learn it quick
You don't get to pick easy ones, you just handle it
It ain't about being known, it's about being there
When the road gets tight and the night gets long, you answer square
Hold the line, Roane County, hold it steady, hold it right
From Spencer streets to the ridge road
Dark through the middle of the night
You don't do it for the noise, you don't do it for the shine
You do it so the ones you love make it home just fine
Badge don't bend, it don't break when the world gets wild
Hold the line, Roane County, watching over every mile
Reedy wakes with a two-lane hum and a porch light prayer
Walton's quiet, but trouble still finds its way out there
Gravel drives and holler turns where the cell bars die
One set of tracks and a set of eyes moving through the night
Ganedeville down past farm field roads where the wind cuts cold
Newton roads and the backwoods bends where the stories get told
You know the names, you know the faces, you know the history too
And you still show up on a stranger's worst day like it's what you do
Not with force, just presence, voice kept low, hands calm
Turn a bad night down a notch before it turns to harm
Hold the line, Roane County, hold it steady, hold it right
From Spencer streets to the ridge road
Dark through the middle of the night
You don't do it for the noise, you don't do it for the shine
You do it so the ones you love make it home just fine
Badge don't bend, it don't break when the world gets wild
Hold the line, Roane County, watching over every mile
Friday night and the stadium lights up on that county hill
Roane County High under the sky stands loud and still