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When I feel that chill and smell that fresh cut grass
Im 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 didnt 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 were the boys of fall
Chores
Well its turning to face the stars and stripes
Its fighting back them butterflies
Its call in the air alright, yes sir we want the ball
And its knocking heads and talking trash
Its slinging mud and dirt and grass
Its I got your number, I got your back
When your backs against the wall
You mess with one man you got us all
The boys of fall
In little towns like mine its all they got
Newspapers clippings fill the coffee shops
The old men will always think they know it all
Young girls will dream about THE BOYS OF FALL
Chores
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Were the boys of fall (2 times)