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