Lee County stong

Out where the hills kiss the Tennessee line,

Where the mornings are quiet and the stars always shine,

There's a place carved deep in my memory,

That's where my heart will always be.

From Pennington Gap to Rose Hill roads,

Every mile tells a story that's never old.

Coal trains echo and the banjos play,

In Lee County, we were raised that way.

We’re Lee County strong, we hold on tight,

Through the mountain storms and the coldest nights.

With front porch songs and Sunday grace,

You’ll find heaven in a small-town place.

No matter how far I roam along,

I’m always Lee County strong.

Mama’s voice and the smell of cornbread,

Tales of granddaddy and the life he led.

Working hard and living proud,

Simple life, but we say it loud.

Church bells ring and the hollers sing,

A bluegrass heart in everything.

From Wilderness Road to the Cumberland Gap,

We carry the past right on our back.

We’re Lee County strong, we hold on tight,

Through the mountain storms and the coldest nights.

With front porch songs and Sunday grace,

You’ll find heaven in a small-town place.

No matter how far I roam along,

I’m always Lee County strong.

Some might leave, but they always find

A part of them stayed behind.

In the wind through the trees,

You hear it call—Lee County’s in us all.

We’re Lee County strong, hearts full of pride,

With roots so deep they never die.

Where love runs wide like the Powell’s flow,

That's my home, and I’ll always know—

No matter where I belong…

I’m Lee County strong.

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