[Verse 1] They rode in hard at sundown Boots on our porch and blood on the gate Took one look at our table And thought our people would break
They laughed at our old fences Burned through the wheat and the tin But I know the kind of monsters That forget where the fire begins
[Pre-Chorus] You kicked the hornet's home Now hear that warning call This land still has a heartbeat And I stand for all
[Chorus] The President will see you fall The President will hear the drums Mess with us, you lose it all You came for blood, now here it comes The President, the President You won’t forget this day
[Verse 2] Mara wiped the soot from her cheeks Old Ben loaded up the rail Even little kids in the doorway Held their breath like a hail
I signed my name in the dust Looked that terror in the eye If they want a war with my people Then they picked the wrong sky
[Pre-Chorus] You kicked the hornet's home Now hear that warning call This land still has a heartbeat And I stand for all
[Chorus] The President will see you fall The President will hear the drums Mess with us, you lose it all You came for blood, now here it comes The President, the President You won’t forget this day
[Bridge] Let them come through the pasture Let them choke on the smoke We bury fear in the red dirt And we rise from every broke bone and wall and window We rebuild by hand and name
[Final Chorus] The President will see you fall The President will hear the drums Mess with us, you lose it all You came for blood, now here it comes The President, the President You won’t forget this day
A zene stílusa
Heroic melodic country with steady mid-tempo strum, stomping kick, and lifted fiddle swells; verse rides sparse acoustic and low brush, pre-chorus opens with bass and harmony hush, chorus hits with gang vocals, mandolin chop, and triumphant steel guitar. Lead vocal is gritty and close-mic, with doubled hook lines, shouty ad-libs, and a final chorus lift. Dusty but wide mix, bright on the chorus., country