I feel that chill, smell that fresh grass I'm back in my hemlet, cleats and shoulder pads. Standing in the huddle listening to the call fans going crazy for the boys of fall. They didn't let anybody in that club it took every ounce of heart and sweat and blood to to wear those gameday jerseys down the hall. The kings of the school were the boys of fall.
(Chorus) Well it's turning faces stars and stripes it's fighting back them butterflies it's call it in the alrighty, yes sir, we want the ball. And it's knockin heads and talkin trash it's slingin and dirt and grass it's I got your I got your back when your back's against the wall you mess with one you got us all the boys of fall.
In little towns like mine that's all they got, clippings fill the coffee shops. The old men will always think they know it all, young girls'll dream about the boys of fall.
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We're the boys of (The boys of fall) We're the boys of fall.