The Boys of Fall

When I feel that chill, smell that fresh cut grass
I’m back in my helmet, cleats and shoulder pads
Standing in the huddle listening to the call
Fans going crazy for the boys of fall
They didn’t 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
Kings of the school man, we’re the boys of fall
Well it’s turn and face the Stars and Stripes
It’s fighting back them butterflies
It’s call it in the air, «Alright yes sir we want the ball»
And it’s knocking heads and talking trash
It’s slinging mud and dirt and grass
It’s I got your number, I got your back when your back’s against the wall
You mess with one man you got 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 it all
Young girls will dream about the boys of fall
Well it’s turn and face the Stars and Stripes
It’s fighting back them butterflies
It’s call it in the air, «Alright yes sir we want the ball»
And it’s knocking heads and talking trash
It’s slinging mud and dirt and grass
It’s I got your number, I got your back when your back’s against the wall
You mess with one man you got us all
The boys of fall
Well it’s turn and face the Stars and Stripes
It’s fighting back them butterflies
It’s call it in the air, «Alright yes sir we want the ball»
And it’s knocking heads and talking trash
It’s slinging mud and dirt and grass
It’s I got your number, I got your back when your back’s against the wall
You mess with one man you got us all
The boys of fall
We’re the boys of fall
We’re the boys of fall