I feel that chill, that fresh cut 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 fall. They didn't let just anybody in that club it took every ounce of and sweat and blood to get to wear those gameday jerseys down the hall. The kings of the man were the boys of fall.
(Chorus) Well turning faces stars and stripes it's fighting back them butterflies it's call it in the air, alrighty, yes sir, we want the ball. And it's knockin heads and talkin it's slingin mud and dirt and grass it's I got your number I got your back when your 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 boys of fall.
(Chorus)2X
We're the boys of fall. (The boys of fall) We're the boys of fall.