Ground Pounder, Ground Pounder

Americana, Folk, Ballad, baritone, moody, solemn, acoustic guitar, fiddle, light percussion, 80 bpm

[Verse 2: Greek Hoplite]
We held the line at Marathon’s shore,
Bronze-clad brotherhood, nothing more.
We fought in files, a living wall,
And cheered like gods at tyrants fall.

[Verse 3: Roman Legionary]
We dug the roads from Gaul to Rome,
Carried our kit, so far from home.
Tortoise shell and javelin rain,
Beneath the Eagle, we knew pain.

[Chorus]
Ground pounder, ground pounder,
Boots and blood, mud and thunder.
History rides on horse and wheel,
But it's we who die, break and kneel.
Ground pounder, ground pounder,
We hear the drum, we feel the hunger.
From Nineveh’s gate to Flanders' shore,
We've died a thousand times and more.

[Verse 4: Medieval Footman]
Levy lads with patched-up mail,
Our spears were cracked, and hands were frail.
But still we stood in Agincourt's rain,
While arrows fell like winter's pain.

[Verse 5: Landsknecht and Pike]
In colors bright we marched for pay,
Where gun and pike held death at bay.
We danced with death at Pavia’s cry,
And cursed as good friends would die.

[Verse 6: Revolutionary Wars]
With musket and with ragged coat,
Our marches lit by moonlight's mote.
Liberté written on tattered flags,
Trudging trails where spirit otherwise sags.

[Chorus]
Ground pounder, ground pounder,
Marching still through ash and wonder.
We’re buried deep, then called once more,
To tread the earth, to fight their wars.
Ground pounder, ground pounder,
We're the ghosts in every border.
Our names are lost, but you'll find our tread 
In every trench where brothers bled.

[Verse 7: Colonial Infantry]
With red or blue upon my chest,
We fought for king, then laid to rest.
At Isandlwana, we held the line,
Then marched again in Afghan time.

[Verse 8: Great War Doughboy]
In Ypres’ mud, in Verdun’s flame,
We whispered songs and cursed each name.
Gas and rats, and sky turned black,
Still we charged and never came back.

[Verse 9: WWII and Korea]
Normandy sands to frozen Chosin,
Steel and grit my warmest clothin'.
From village to bunker, step by step,
We paid the price and left a debt.

[Verse 10: Vietnam to Desert Storm]
Through jungles thick and Mekong flood,
We waded blind in sacred mud.
Then desert wind and armored hum,
Still carried rifles, listening to chopper's thrum..

[Verse 11: Modern Conflicts]
I’ve watched the drones light up the sky,
While boots still march, and people die.
A thousand names for each campaign,
But always me, always the same.

[Final Chorus - Slower, solemn]
Ground pounder, ground pounder,
Bearer of the old, and the younger.
They'll write of lords and kings who reigned,
But we're the spine that still remains.
Ground pounder, ground pounder,
Through fire, frost and endless thunder.
We walked the road where few return
Still standing watch, for peace we yearn.

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[Verse 1: Neo-Assyrian] We marched with Tiglath in the burning lands, Shields on our arms, and blood on our hands. Iron in our hearts and mud on our boots, Fought for silver, not for sovereign truths. [Verse 2: Greek Hoplite] We held the line at Marathon’s shore, Bronze-clad brotherhood, nothing more. We fought in files, a living wall, And cheered like gods at tyrants fall. [Verse 3: Roman Legionary] We dug the roads from Gaul to Rome, Carried our kit, so far from home. Tortoise shell and javelin rain, Beneath the Eagle, we knew pain. [Chorus] Ground pounder, ground pounder, Boots and blood, mud and thunder. History rides on horse and wheel, But it's we who die, break and kneel. Ground pounder, ground pounder, We hear the drum, we feel the hunger. From Nineveh’s gate to Flanders' shore, We've died a thousand times and more. [Verse 4: Medieval Footman] Levy lads with patched-up mail, Our spears were cracked, and hands were frail. But still we stood in Agincourt's rain, While arrows fell like winter's pain. [Verse 5: Landsknecht and Pike] In colors bright we marched for pay, Where gun and pike held death at bay. We danced with death at Pavia’s cry, And cursed as good friends would die. [Verse 6: Revolutionary Wars] With musket and with ragged coat, Our marches lit by moonlight's mote. Liberté written on tattered flags, Trudging trails where spirit otherwise sags. [Chorus] Ground pounder, ground pounder, Marching still through ash and wonder. We’re buried deep, then called once more, To tread the earth, to fight their wars. Ground pounder, ground pounder, We're the ghosts in every border. Our names are lost, but you'll find our tread In every trench where brothers bled. [Verse 7: Colonial Infantry] With red or blue upon my chest, We fought for king, then laid to rest. At Isandlwana, we held the line, Then marched again in Afghan time. [Verse 8: Great War Doughboy] In Ypres’ mud, in Verdun’s flame, We whispered songs and cursed each name. Gas and rats, and sky turned black, Still we charged and never came back. [Verse 9: WWII and Korea] Normandy sands to frozen Chosin, Steel and grit my warmest clothin'. From village to bunker, step by step, We paid the price and left a debt. [Verse 10: Vietnam to Desert Storm] Through jungles thick and Mekong flood, We waded blind in sacred mud. Then desert wind and armored hum, Still carried rifles, listening to chopper's thrum.. [Verse 11: Modern Conflicts] I’ve watched the drones light up the sky, While boots still march, and people die. A thousand names for each campaign, But always me, always the same. [Final Chorus - Slower, solemn] Ground pounder, ground pounder, Bearer of the old, and the younger. They'll write of lords and kings who reigned, But we're the spine that still remains. Ground pounder, ground pounder, Through fire, frost and endless thunder. We walked the road where few return Still standing watch, for peace we yearn.

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