When I feel that chill and smell that fresh cut grass
Back in my helmet, cleats and shoulder pads
Standing in the huddle, listening to the call
The 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 them 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
Fighting back them butterflies
It's call it in the air alright
Yes sir, we want the ball
And it's knockin' heads and talkin' trash
Slingin' mud and dirt and grass
It's I got your number, I got your back
When your back's against the wall
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 shop
The old men will always think they know it all
Young girls will always dream about the boys of fall
Well, it's turn and face the stars and stripes
Fighting back them butterflies
It's call it in the air alright
Yes sir, we want the ball
And it's knockin' heads and talkin' trash
Slingin' mud and dirt and grass
It's I got your number, I got your back
When your back's against the wall
Mess with one man, you got us all
The boys of fall
Well, it's turn and face the stars and stripes
Fighting back them butterflies
It's call it in the air alright
Yes sir, we want the ball
And it's knockin' heads and talkin' trash
Slingin' mud and dirt and grass
It's I got your number, I got your back
When your back's against the wall
Mess with one man, you got us all
The boys of fall
The boys of fall
Back in that huddle now
Listening to the call
With the boys of fall
With the boys of fall

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