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.
It 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.
And it's, turn and face the stars and stripes, its
Fighting back them butterflies, its
Call it in the air all righty, yes sir we want the ball
And it's, knocking heads and talking trash, its
Slinging 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've 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
The young girls will dream about the boys of fall
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The boys of fall (4x)