Recruiting Camp Dust
v4
@Đào Cát Tiên
Recruiting Camp Dust
v4
@Đào Cát Tiên
Songteksten
[Verse 1]
He came in off the road
Dust on his pack
Old medals in a coffee tin
And a map folded back
He said the Minutemen
Could still use one more hand
The boy at the desk looked up
And barely made a stand
[Pre-Chorus]
The line was long
The air was thin
The General smiled
Then shook his chin
[Chorus]
You're too old
That's what he said
You're too old
But not out of lead
You're too old
To march in line
(too old)
But not too old to fight this time
[Verse 2]
He tipped his hat
And took that blow
Walked past the tents
Past the radio glow
They laughed at his boots
They laughed at his cane
But he just kept moving
Through the red cold rain
[Pre-Chorus]
No flag can bend
No bones can break
What a stubborn heart
Still means to make
[Chorus]
You're too old
That's what he said
You're too old
But not out of lead
You're too old
To march in line
(too old)
But not too old to fight this time
[Bridge]
At dawn he was there
On the broken hill
One hand on the trigger
One hand on will
The camp heard the crack
Then the whole line rose
Old Veteran grinned
As the dust wind blew
[Chorus]
You're too old
That's what he said
You're too old
But not out of lead
You're too old
To march in line
(too old)
But not too old to fight this time
He came in off the road
Dust on his pack
Old medals in a coffee tin
And a map folded back
He said the Minutemen
Could still use one more hand
The boy at the desk looked up
And barely made a stand
[Pre-Chorus]
The line was long
The air was thin
The General smiled
Then shook his chin
[Chorus]
You're too old
That's what he said
You're too old
But not out of lead
You're too old
To march in line
(too old)
But not too old to fight this time
[Verse 2]
He tipped his hat
And took that blow
Walked past the tents
Past the radio glow
They laughed at his boots
They laughed at his cane
But he just kept moving
Through the red cold rain
[Pre-Chorus]
No flag can bend
No bones can break
What a stubborn heart
Still means to make
[Chorus]
You're too old
That's what he said
You're too old
But not out of lead
You're too old
To march in line
(too old)
But not too old to fight this time
[Bridge]
At dawn he was there
On the broken hill
One hand on the trigger
One hand on will
The camp heard the crack
Then the whole line rose
Old Veteran grinned
As the dust wind blew
[Chorus]
You're too old
That's what he said
You're too old
But not out of lead
You're too old
To march in line
(too old)
But not too old to fight this time
Stijl van muziek
Country melodic with a driving mid-tempo swing and brushed drums, acoustic strums, steel-guitar sighs, and a steady kick like marching boots; verse stays sparse with close-mic male vocals, pre-chorus opens with harmony lift, chorus lands with gang shouts and a singback hook. Fiddle swells, boot-stomp accents, and a short harmonica turn between lines. Warm dusty mix, intimate but wide on the chorus., country
