The Boys of Fall Lyrics[fblike layout_style=’standard’ show_faces=’true’ verb=’like’ font=’arial’ color_scheme=’light’]

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/
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/

(Chorus:)
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, 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 will dream about the boys of fall/

(Chorus:)
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, I got your back when your back’s against the wall/
You mess with one man you got us all/

The boys of fall/

(Chorus:)
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, 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