Fall

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

Well it's turn and 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, 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 would dream about the boys of fall

Well it's turn and 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, 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 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, 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