[Verse 1] Raider scum on the hill Killers all around They grin and spit on promises Then they spit on common ground They laughed at the General Said "your men will run away" But he stood there in the ash wind Like he was made to stay
[Pre-Chorus] He raised up his chin He set his jaw hard Said "boys, line up now We fight for our yard"
[Chorus] Raise your chin Hold that line Commonwealth is ours tonight Raise your chin Hear that cry Minutemen don't back down
[Verse 2] Old coats flappin' in the gale Boots sunk in the dirt Mama's hand on a rifle stock Brother on the work Every farm and broken fence Every shack and prayer Had a name worth guardin' Had a soul worth stayin' there
[Pre-Chorus] He raised up his chin He set his jaw hard Said "boys, line up now We fight for our yard"
[Chorus] Raise your chin Hold that line Commonwealth is ours tonight Raise your chin Hear that cry Minutemen don't back down
[Bridge] Let the raiders come loud Let 'em bang on the gate There's a fire in the valley And it ain't gonna wait When the smoke rolls thin And the crow flies by You'll see the General standin' With the dawn in his eye
[Final Chorus] Raise your chin Hold that line Commonwealth is ours tonight Raise your chin Hear that cry Minutemen don't back down Raise your chin One more time Commonwealth is ours tonight Raise your chin Hear that cry Minutemen don't back down
Styl muzyki
Country ballad with a driving midtempo two-step, acoustic guitar and fiddle on the verses, stompy drums and gang harmonies on the chorus; verse keeps the space dusty and tense, pre-chorus lifts with pedal steel swells, chorus hits with a chantable call-and-response about the Commonwealth. Lead vocal is rough and close-mic in verses, doubled on the hook, with handclaps, harmonica licks, and a rising fiddle turnaround into each chorus. Bright, punchy mix with a weathered frontier feel., country