I feel chill, smell 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 of They didn't let just anybody that club it took every 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 air, alrighty, yes sir, we want the 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 back when your back's against the wall mess with one man you got us all the of fall.
In little towns like mine that's all they got, newspaper clippings 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 boys of fall. (The boys of fall) We're the boys of fall.