Springer Mountains, standing tall Morning mist, it starts to fall
Chickens clucking at the dawn Life out here, it just rolls on
Rooster crowing up call Can it dig nor nature's brawl
Springer farms and all the views Nice and kind people
Livin' tough out in the hills Everyday test of wills
When good ain't good enough to rise Reaching for the bigger skies
Muddy boots and rusted signs Stories told in wrinkled lines
Hard work that we call our own In this land we make our home