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Kenneth hold the line

ratking96

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About

A tribute to my dad

Lyrics

Verse 1

Out where the thorn trees cut the sky

Red dust hangs where the trucks roll by

Kennith walked with the patrol at dawn

M A G heavy webbing on

Through the heat and the dry-season air

He knew every man beside him there

No grand speeches no parade

Just boots in the dust and a weapon well-made

Pre-Chorus

When the bush went quiet and the birds took flight

Every man knew something wasn't right

Chorus

Kennith hold that line

Keep that gun running keep it firing fine

Belt-fed thunder through the smoke and flame

Every man in the section knew his name

Through the dust through the burning sun

Kennith stood behind the M A G gun

When the rounds came close and the world turned red

He kept that weapon talking overhead

Verse 2

The radio cracked with a broken call

Contact front and they hit the ground all

Branches snapped and the bush came alive

Every man fighting just to survive

Kennith dropped behind an old termite mound

Bipod planted firm in the ground

Pulled the belt straight checked the feed

Then sent his fire where the section would need

Pre-Chorus

Short controlled bursts through the drifting haze

Covering his brothers through the burning days

Chorus

Kennith hold that line

Keep that gun running keep it firing fine

Belt-fed thunder through the smoke and flame

Every man in the section knew his name

Through the dust through the burning sun

Kennith stood behind the M A G gun

When the rounds came close and the world turned red

He kept that weapon talking overhead

Verse 3

He wasn't looking for medals or fame

Never cared if the papers knew his name

Just counted the belts and watched his mates

Moving through the bush past the old farm gates

At night by a fire burned low and small

They laughed like tomorrow would come for them all

Kennith cleaned every spring and pin

Knowing at sunrise they'd move again

Bridge

And years may turn those tracks to sand

Rain may wash the footprints from the land

But somewhere in an old soldier's mind

That steady M A G still fires behind

A voice still calls move I've got you covered

One more burst for another brother

No legend carved in marble stone

Just a soldier making sure his mates got home

Final Chorus

Kennith hold that line

Keep that M A G running one more time

Belt-fed thunder beneath the African sky

Dust on his face and fire in his eyes

Through the bush through the setting sun

Kennith carried that M A G gun

And when old soldiers remember the men they knew

They'll remember the gunner who saw them through

Outro

Red dust settles when the fighting is done

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