[Verse 1] Dust on the crop rows Ash on the tracks Muties came howling With the town to their backs Mamma pulled her children To the cellar door Then the General rolled in Like a war we knew before
[Verse 2] Chrome on his shoulders Mud on his boots His squad moved steady Like a promise with roots Laser light flashed red Through the smoke and rain And every ugly shadow Hit the dirt again
[Pre-Chorus] They heard that engine They heard that call When the line got broken He stood tall
[Chorus] General, ride on Ride on through the fire General, ride on You raised us higher Burn those Muties down Clear the road tonight General, ride on And bring back the light
[Verse 3] By the gas station By the broken sign He slammed those power fists Like a thunderclap in time Every wild creature Tried to hold that ground But the Commonwealth kept breathing When his boots came down
[Pre-Chorus] They heard that engine They heard that call When the line got broken He stood tall
[Chorus] General, ride on Ride on through the fire General, ride on You raised us higher Burn those Muties down Clear the road tonight General, ride on And bring back the light
[Bridge] Now the fields are quiet But the story stays In the hands of the people And the names we praise If the dark comes crawling If the hope runs thin We’ll remember that armor And the man within
[Final Chorus] General, ride on Ride on through the fire General, ride on You raised us higher Burn those Muties down Clear the road tonight General, ride on And bring back the light
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Country heroic ballad with mid-tempo two-step sway, stomping kick, steel guitar filigree, and fiddle answers; verse rides sparse acoustic and brushed drums, pre-chorus lifts with harmony stacks and snare rolls, chorus opens wide with gang vocals and ringing Telecaster. Lead vocal stays close-mic and rough in verses, double-tracked on the hook, with short delay throws on the title phrase, boot-stomp handclaps on key lifts, and a final chorus that adds soaring fiddle and open-road reverb., country