[Verse 1] They came at dawn by the broken fence Gunners in iron with no old sense Burned through the corn and the supply shed door Left two smoke trails and a scarred red floor
[Verse 2] Word ran fast through the Commonwealth dust To the white-house man with the blood-on-his-cuff He saw that ruin and his jaw went hard Said, "Load them wagons, boys, we're going far"
[Pre-Chorus] When the courthouse rang, the whole town stood still Boots hit the road with a hard-nosed will He pointed east where the black smoke fell Said, "Pay it back, and pay it well"
[Chorus] A lesson they'll never forget A lesson they'll never forget From the farms to the broken rail We rode like thunder through the hail
A lesson they'll never forget A lesson they'll never forget Tech bastards heard that river call And watched their tower start to fall
[Verse 3] At the edge of town where the machines once shone We cut through steel with a steady bone No crown, no glory, just a promise made For every small house that they set ablaze
[Pre-Chorus] Then the sky went red with the final shout And the last smoke curled from their hole-in-ground He raised one hand as the noise ran dry Said, "That'll teach 'em to make us cry"
[Chorus] A lesson they'll never forget A lesson they'll never forget From the farms to the broken rail We rode like thunder through the hail
A lesson they'll never forget A lesson they'll never forget Tech bastards heard that river call And watched their tower start to fall
[Bridge] Now the children sleep with the doors swung shut And the seed rows grow where the fire was cut If you come for us, you'd better pray That mercy finds you on a better day
[Final Chorus] A lesson they'll never forget A lesson they'll never forget From the farms to the broken rail We rode like thunder through the hail
A lesson they'll never forget A lesson they'll never forget Tech bastards heard that river call And watched their tower start to fall
A zene stílusa
Country ballad with heroic lift, steady mid-tempo stomp and brushed drums; verse rides acoustic guitar, low fiddle and upright bass, pre-chorus opens with pedal steel swells and a rising gang hum, chorus hits wider with doubled lead vocal and handclaps on the backbeat. Add shotgun-rack snare fills, wind-blown harmonica tags, and a final chorus with open harmonies and a big singalong hook. Warm, cinematic, and rugged in the mix., country