I feel that chill, smell fresh cut grass I'm back in my hemlet, cleats and shoulder pads. Standing in the listening to the call fans going crazy for the boys of fall. They didn't let just anybody in that club it took ounce of heart 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 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 talkin trash it's slingin mud and dirt and grass it's I got your number I got your back when your back's against the wall mess with one you got us all the boys of fall.
In little towns like mine that's all they got, newspaper clippings fill the coffee shops. The old men will always think they know it young girls'll dream about the boys of fall.
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We're the of fall. (The boys of fall) We're the boys of fall.