[Verse] Hill roots deep, where the hawks take flight, Coal dust lungs, but the heart burns bright. Boots on the gravel, every step’s a grind, Climbin’ that ridge, got my burdens behind. [Chorus] Ain’t no chill for a climber, we rise, Sky’s the limit, but we don’t compromise. Mountain pride strong, we don’t backslide, Keep your head held high, on this Appalachian ride. [Verse 2] Moonshine dreams in a jar by the creek, Holler calls echo, make the weak feel meek. Chains don’t bind where the wild woods grow, Roots too stubborn, storms can’t overthrow. [Bridge] Granny said, “Son, keep your spine like oak,” “Life’s a steep trail, but don’t let it choke.” Rivers cut stone, so can you, my kin, Through the hard times, let the fight begin. [Chorus] Ain’t no chill for a climber, we rise, Sky’s the limit, but we don’t compromise. Mountain pride strong, we don’t backslide, Keep your head held high, on this Appalachian ride. [Verse 3] Fiddle strings cry like the whippoorwill’s song, Every note a reminder, we belong. Hard work’s the anthem, sweat’s the hymn, Hill folk hustle from the dusk ‘til dim.
