The Boys of Fall

Well 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 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 school man, we're the boys of fall

Well its turn and face the stars and stripes,

Its fightin back them butterflys

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 butterflys

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.

Well its turn and face the stars and stripes,

Its fightin back them butterflys

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.

We're the boys of fall