The Boys of Fall Lyrics

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, we�re the boys of fall

Chorus:
Well it�s turn to 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�ve 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

Chorus:
Well it�s turn to 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
(Repeat)
We�re the boys of fall
We�re the boys of fall

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