Boys Of Fall Lyrics

When I feel that chill, smell that fresh cut grass I'm back in my helmet, cleats, and shoulderpads Standin' in the huddle, listenin' to the call Fans goin' 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 the school, man, we're the boys of fall
Well, it's turn and face the Stars and Stripes, it's fighting back them butterflies It's calling in the air, "Alrighty, yes sir, we want the ball" And it's knockin' heads and talkin' 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 We're the boys of fall
In little towns like mine that's all they got Newspaper clippings fill the coffeeshops The old men will always think they know it all Young girls will dream about the boys of fall
Well, it's turn and face the Stars and Stripes, it's fighting back them butterflies It's calling in the air, "Alrighty, yes sir, we want the ball" And it's knockin' heads and talkin' 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
Well, it's turn and face the Stars and Stripes, it's fighting back them butterflies It's calling in the air, "Alrighty, yes sir, we want the ball" And it's knockin' heads and talkin' 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
We're the boys of fall We're the boys of fall