[Spoken Intro] They told us the ridge was too steep to climb. So we brought better boots and a little more time. From the creek-bed gravel to the county line, we make our own road when the old roads decline. [Verse 1] Red clay dried on the side of my shoe, Tin roof talking when the hard wind blew, Granddad's compass in a coffee-stained case, Pointed due north, but I picked my place. Saw mill whistle at the edge of dawn, One hand on the wheel, one hand holding on, No silver spoon, just a rusted gate, I learned how to build from what they called too late. (Too late!) [Pre-Chorus] Raise that dust, let the valley know, Boots hit hard when the low end rolls, If you came from far, if you came from near, Put your hands up high—make the whole ridge hear! [Chorus] Hey! We rise from the holler, rise from the stone, Turn that old back road into our own throne, Hey! When the bass hits down, let the timber shake, We don't wait for a chance—we make one, make one! (Make one!) [Drop] Backwoods, big sound! Hands up, stomp down! Backwoods, big sound! Tell 'em where we come from! [Verse 2] Porch light burning by the two-lane bend, Every hard goodbye made a tougher friend, Mama said, "Keep your word and your head up straight," So I carry both when I walk through the gate. No velvet rope, just a chain-link fence, No easy win, just common sense, I got a pocket full of seeds and a field to sow, When they ask how far, I say farther than you know. (Farther!) [Hook] From the creek to the clouds—(Go!) From the roots to the crowd—(Go!) Say it loud, say it proud—(Go!) We are still here now! [Chorus] Hey! We rise from the holler, rise from the stone, Turn that old back road into our own throne, Hey! When the bass hits down, let the timber shake, We don't wait for a chance—we make one, make one! (Make one!) [Bridge] If the rain comes down, we plant our feet, If the bridge gives way, we find new beams, If the night runs long, we keep that flame, Ain't nobody else gonna write our name. [Final Drop] Rise up! (Rise up!) Stand firm! (Stand firm!) Let the whole wide valley feel that burn! Rise up! (Rise up!) No retreat! Mountain blood and an electric heartbeat! [Chorus] Hey! We rise from the holler, rise from the stone, Turn that old back road into our own throne, Hey! When the bass hits down, let the timber shake, We don't wait for a chance—we make one, make one! (Make one!) [Spoken Outro] The mountain never promised an easy road. It only taught us how to carry the load. So wherever you stand when the morning comes, remember: the climb is already in your lungs.
