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When I feel that chill, smell that fresh cut grass, Im back in my helmet, cleats, and shoulder pads. Standin in the huddle listenin to the call, Fans goin crazy for the boys of fall They didnt let just anybody in that club, Took every ounce of heart and sweat and blood To get to wear those game day jerseys down the hall, The kings of the school, man, were the boys of fall Well its, turn and face the stars and stripes, Its fightin back them butterflies, Its call it in the air alright yes sir we want the ball, And its knockin heads and talkin trash Its slingin mud and dirt and grass, Its I got your number, I got your back, When your backs against the wall You mess with one man, you got us all The boys of fall In little towns like mine thats all they got, Newspaper clippings fill the coffee shops The old men will always think they know it all, Young girls will dream about the boys of fall Well its, turn and face the stars and stripes, Its fightin back them butterflies, Its call it in the air alright yes sir we want the ball, And its knockin heads and talkin trash Its slingin mud and dirt and grass, Its I got your number, got your back, When your backs against the wall You mess with one man, you got us all The boys of fall
Posted on: Sat, 19 Oct 2013 02:59:13 +0000

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