I feel that chill, smell that fresh cut grass
I'm back in my hemlet, 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 gameday jerseys down the hall.
The kings of the school man were the boys of fall.
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Well it's turning faces stars and stripes
it's fighting back them butterflies
it's call it in the air alrighty yes sir we want the ball.
And it's knockin heads an talkin trash
it's slingin 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'll dream about the boys of fall.
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We're the boys of fall. (The boys of fall)
We're the boys of fall.
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