Dalszöveg
[Verse 1]
A cold wind blew through the hollowed street,
The settlers prayed, their hearts skipped a beat.
The Gunners came with their iron and lead,
"Take what you want, leave nothing," they said.
[Prechorus]
But a shadow rose on the hill so near,
An old Minuteman with a voice clear.
[Chorus]
"Hold your ground, don't let it fall,
We stand for one, we fight for all.
With grit and fire, we'll make our stand,
Against the Gunners, hand in hand."
[Verse 2]
His coat was frayed, his rifle worn,
But his eyes burned bright, like a storm reborn.
A small band followed, their faces grim,
A ragged crew, but they trusted him.
[Prechorus]
"We may be few, but we hold the line,
Our will is strong, our cause divine."
[Chorus]
"Hold your ground, don't let it fall,
We stand for one, we fight for all.
With grit and fire, we'll make our stand,
Against the Gunners, hand in hand."
A zene stílusa
country, melodic, heroic; acoustic guitar leads with steady strumming, accompanied by fiddle and harmonica. the rhythm builds tension with a galloping beat, evoking a sense of urgency and bravery. male vocals, earnest and resolute.