Текст песни
From the Virginia line where the wagon roads ran
Mercer formed in eighteen‑thirty‑seven, hand in hand
Courthouse bells rang over Brush Creek's bend
A working land where faith and labor blend
Brother faced brother in the war's hard years
Loyalties split by the Tug Fork's tears
Princeton watched as the armies passed
Church doors stayed open through cannon blast
Bluefield glowed when the night trains cried
They called her Little New York with pride
Rails brought coal and a restless flame
Bramwell rose on a millionaire's name
Whistles cut dawn, black dust in the air
Miners bowed heads in a working prayer
Spanishburg held, Midway stayed
Through boom and bust, the price was paid
Princeton's square kept steady time
Athens taught hope line by line
Now children run where the tracks once lay
Old songs rest, new ones play
From courthouse steps to coal‑dust hands
From Sunday hymns to classroom stands
Through war and work and sacrifice
This land was shaped by faith and price
Hold this land like a family name
Spoken soft, but it stays the same
Coal and water, loss and gain
Mercer lives in the blood and vein
Hold this land when the lights burn low
When the rivers rise and cold winds blow
From the first hard road to the last refrain
Mercer lives in the blood and vein