The boys of fall -Kenny Chesney

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/