There's a place in my heart, a spirit ne'er told
A little town on the Brazos, A little ring made of gold
I carry it with me wherever I go, just to remember the times
We learned some from books, and a whole lot from livin'
And we etched our names in the wood at The Chicken
I still hear the sound of spurs on the concrete
And that ol' train whistle blowing through the trees
So put a penny on Sully, and wish me some luck
And yell "Farmers Fight" when our boys are backed up
Throw your arms 'round each other and sing "Hullabaloo"
'Cause that's what we do when we bleed maroon
Midnight at Duncan, they still light the torches.
And Reveille still barks at the Cav on their horses
I've seen 80,000 to the power of 12
It doesn't matter who comes to town, we still give 'em hell
And I was there at the stack on November 18
With logs on the ground, I fell down on my knees
But we would not forget the 12 that we lost
So we carved their names right there in the rock
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And there late at night, If I listen real close
The spirit still whispers through the crooked live oaks
And I hear my father, and his dad before
And all those brave Aggies who never came back from war
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Say "here" for me at Muster when my time comes, too
'Cause that's what we do when we bleed Maroon
Yeah, that's what we do when we bleed Maroon
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