Roots of Covington

[Verse] Down in Covington County, Mississippi way, Where the river whispers secrets from a bygone day, There's a piece of land where our roots run deep, In the fields of Collins, where our fathers still sleep. [Verse 2] We got tales to tell about Williamsburg, Where the pines all sing and the memories merge, From Sanford’s old roads to Collins Seminary doors, Our history's carved in the heart of these shores. [Chorus] Lott and Dickens, Garrick and Rials, Morgan bloodlines stretching out for miles, Through the sweat and tears, the laughter and pain, Our ancestors’ spirits, they still remain. [Verse 3] Grandma would speak of the old home place, Sanford sunsets warm on her weathered face, Williamsburg markets, Collins town fairs, The comfort of knowing our kin always there. [Verse 4] We gather 'round in the cool evening shade, Talk of the past and the plans we’ve made, From the Lott’s old stories to the Dickens' lore, Every name, every heart, adds to what we adore. [Chorus] Lott and Dickens, Garrick and Rials, Morgan bloodlines stretching out for miles, Through the sweat and tears, the laughter and pain, Our ancestors’ spirits, they still remain.