[Verse 1] Dust on the trail Smoke in the sky Word rode in at sundown "They’re comin’, we’ll all die" Black coats on the ridgeline Cold steel in their hands That Vast Gunner army Rollin’ over this land
[Pre-Chorus] Mamas pulled the children close Farmers grabbed their rusted guns Someone whispered through the hush "Pray to God that help will come"
[Chorus] Then the Old Lieutenant rode in slow Small band of Minutemen in tow Hat pulled low, eyes hard as stone Said, "You ain’t gonna face this on your own" When the wild world turned to war that day He drew that line and chose to stay Outnumbered but he never backed away That Old Lieutenant saved the day
[Verse 2] Captain Lamont Smiled mean and wide Shouted from his saddle "Run now or you’ll die" But the Old Man answered Voice rough, quiet, clear "These folks are under my watch You want ‘em, you come here"
[Pre-Chorus] Fences turned to barricades Church bells rang a warning cry Minutemen took up their stands Ready there to bleed and die
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[Bridge] Smoke and thunder Fire and fear But those few stood And they held right here When the dust lifted And the echoes ran Gunners broke and scattered At the will of a handful of men
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[Outro] Sunrise on the main street Boot prints in the clay A weathered hat on a white cross By the gate where children play They still tell the story Where the grain fields sway How a Small Company of Minutemen And an Old Lieutenant stayed
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country, Story-driven country ballad with melodic pedal steel, warm acoustic strums, and steady brushes on snare. Verses tell a vivid frontier battle in a low, intimate register; chorus lifts with sweet three-part harmonies and a singalong hook. Fiddle doubles key melodic lines between phrases, bass walks gently to keep it rolling, and a guitar solo could sit where the bridge is.