[Verse 1] The dust it rose on the barren trail, A shadow crawled where the light turned pale. Captain Lamont and his Gunner horde, Steel and blood was their only word.
[Prechorus] The settlers prayed in the morning's hush, While boots of war kicked up the dust.
[Chorus] Oh, the old Minuteman, he stood his ground, With a weathered coat and a rifle's sound. For the weak and the weary, he raised his hand, One small company, one last stand.
[Verse 2] The Gunners came with their iron and fire, A ruthless force with cruel desires. But the Minuteman, with his ragged crew, Knew the cost of freedom, and what to do.
[Prechorus] The winds did howl, the sky turned red, As courage rose where fear had bled.
[Chorus] Oh, the old Minuteman, he stood his ground, With a weathered coat and a rifle's sound. For the weak and the weary, he raised his hand, One small company, one last stand.
A zene stílusa
country, melodic, heroic, acoustic with steady marching rhythm, driven by acoustic guitar and fiddle, layered with a steady drumbeat to evoke the feel of a march; male vocals