I feel chill, smell that fresh cut grass I'm back in my hemlet, cleats and shoulder pads. Standing in the huddle listening 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 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 in the air, alrighty, yes sir, we want the ball. And it's heads and talkin trash it's slingin mud and dirt and grass it's I got your number I got your back when your back's 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 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 fall. (The of fall) We're the boys of fall.