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[Verse 1]
A cold wind blew through the hollowed street,
The settlers prayed, their hearts skipped a beat.
The Gunners came with their iron and lead,
"Take what you want, leave nothing," they said.
[Prechorus]
But a shadow rose on the hill so near,
An old Minuteman with a voice clear.
[Chorus]
"Hold your ground, don't let it fall,
We stand for one, we fight for all.
With grit and fire, we'll make our stand,
Against the Gunners, hand in hand."
[Verse 2]
His coat was frayed, his rifle worn,
But his eyes burned bright, like a storm reborn.
A small band followed, their faces grim,
A ragged crew, but they trusted him.
[Prechorus]
"We may be few, but we hold the line,
Our will is strong, our cause divine."
[Chorus]
"Hold your ground, don't let it fall,
We stand for one, we fight for all.
With grit and fire, we'll make our stand,
Against the Gunners, hand in hand."
Musikstil
country, melodic, heroic; acoustic guitar leads with steady strumming, accompanied by fiddle and harmonica. the rhythm builds tension with a galloping beat, evoking a sense of urgency and bravery. male vocals, earnest and resolute.