The Boys Of Fall
I feel that chill, smell that fresh cut grass
\r\nI'm back in my hemlet, cleats and shoulder pads.
\r\nStanding in the huddle listening to the call
\r\nfans going crazy for the boys of fall.
\r\nThey didn't let just anybody in that club
\r\nit took every ounce of heart and sweat and blood
\r\nto get to wear those gameday jerseys down the hall.
\r\nThe kings of the school man were the boys of fall.
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\r\n(Chorus)
\r\nWell it's turning faces stars and stripes
\r\nit's fighting back them butterflies
\r\nit's call it in the air, alrighty, yes sir, we want the ball.
\r\nAnd it's knockin heads and talkin trash
\r\nit's slingin mud and dirt and grass
\r\nit's I got your number I got your back when your back's against the wall
\r\nyou mess with one man you got us all
\r\nthe boys of fall.
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\r\nIn little towns like mine that's all they got,
\r\nnewspaper clippings fill the coffee shops.
\r\nThe old men will always think they know it all,
\r\nyoung girls'll dream about the boys of fall.
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\r\n(Chorus)2X
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\r\nWe're the boys of fall. (The boys of fall)
\r\nWe're the boys of fall.
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