The Poor Won't Face Those Guns
v4
@Лучший игрок в мире
The Poor Won't Face Those Guns
v4
@Лучший игрок в мире
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Past the last marked road, where the dry grass bends,
Small homes stood patched with tin and friends.
Raiders rode in, took the winter grain,
And buried the brave who stood in their way.
[Pre-Chorus]
One mother wrote by a lantern’s flame,
With shaking hands, she signed her name.
She sent that plea through the dust and rain,
Toward the Commonwealth, toward the law again.
[Chorus]
Ride, Minutemen, ride, let the old flag fly,
The settlers are calling from the far hills tonight.
General, give the order; let the hard road ring,
We’ll break the raiders’ hold and bring the people spring.
Stand fast, stand tall, let every town know:
The poor won’t face those guns alone.
[Verse 2]
The Sheriff read the letter, jaw set tight,
Then sent word north before first light.
The General gathered the townsfolk near,
“Take your muskets, neighbors. We’re headed there.”
[Pre-Chorus]
Bootheels struck and the wagon wheels turned,
Past blackened fences and fields unturned.
Each mile carried the names they knew,
Each heart held fast to the promise true.
[Chorus]
Ride, Minutemen, ride, let the old flag fly,
The settlers are calling from the far hills tonight.
General, give the order; let the hard road ring,
We’ll break the raiders’ hold and bring the people spring.
Stand fast, stand tall, let every town know:
The poor won’t face those guns alone.
[Bridge]
At the ridge, the raiders saw the line,
A hundred steady hands in the morning shine.
The General raised his arm; the signal came,
And the stolen homes were theirs again.
[Final Chorus]
Ride, Minutemen, ride, let the old flag fly,
The settlers are standing beneath open sky.
General gave the order; the hard road rang,
The raiders fled, and the church bell sang.
Stand fast, stand tall, let every town know:
The poor won’t face those guns alone.
[Outro]
Far from the road, where the dry grass bends,
The settlers sleep safe, among their friends.
Past the last marked road, where the dry grass bends,
Small homes stood patched with tin and friends.
Raiders rode in, took the winter grain,
And buried the brave who stood in their way.
[Pre-Chorus]
One mother wrote by a lantern’s flame,
With shaking hands, she signed her name.
She sent that plea through the dust and rain,
Toward the Commonwealth, toward the law again.
[Chorus]
Ride, Minutemen, ride, let the old flag fly,
The settlers are calling from the far hills tonight.
General, give the order; let the hard road ring,
We’ll break the raiders’ hold and bring the people spring.
Stand fast, stand tall, let every town know:
The poor won’t face those guns alone.
[Verse 2]
The Sheriff read the letter, jaw set tight,
Then sent word north before first light.
The General gathered the townsfolk near,
“Take your muskets, neighbors. We’re headed there.”
[Pre-Chorus]
Bootheels struck and the wagon wheels turned,
Past blackened fences and fields unturned.
Each mile carried the names they knew,
Each heart held fast to the promise true.
[Chorus]
Ride, Minutemen, ride, let the old flag fly,
The settlers are calling from the far hills tonight.
General, give the order; let the hard road ring,
We’ll break the raiders’ hold and bring the people spring.
Stand fast, stand tall, let every town know:
The poor won’t face those guns alone.
[Bridge]
At the ridge, the raiders saw the line,
A hundred steady hands in the morning shine.
The General raised his arm; the signal came,
And the stolen homes were theirs again.
[Final Chorus]
Ride, Minutemen, ride, let the old flag fly,
The settlers are standing beneath open sky.
General gave the order; the hard road rang,
The raiders fled, and the church bell sang.
Stand fast, stand tall, let every town know:
The poor won’t face those guns alone.
[Outro]
Far from the road, where the dry grass bends,
The settlers sleep safe, among their friends.
Style of Music
Melodic heroic country-rock ballad with a frontier march pulse, acoustic guitar and fiddle carrying a memorable tune, steady kick and snare with warm bass, restrained banjo accents, and broad electric-guitar lift in the chorus. Begin with a lone acoustic-and-fiddle verse, add a marching rhythm and fuller band as the settlers’ plea travels, then hit an anthemic final chorus with confident male lead vocals, harmony responses, and a decisive instrumental outro. Clear storytelling, earnest rugged vocal, cinematic but rootsy production.
