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