Capo on 2nd Fret
D Bm
There's a place in my heart, a spirit ne'er be told.
A G
A little town on the Brazos, a little ring made of gold.
D Bm A G
I carry it with me, wherever I go, just to remember the times.
D Bm
We learned some from books, and a whole lot from livin'.
A G
And we etched our names on the wood at the Chicken.
D Bm
I still hear the sound of spurs on the concrete.
A G A
And that ol' train whistle blowing through the trees.
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G D A D
So put a penny on ol' Sully, and wish me some luck.
G D A
And yell farmers fight when our boys are backed up.
G D A Bm
Throw your arms around each other and sing Hullabaloo.
G D A D
Cause that's what we do when we bleed maroon.
D Bm
Midnight at Duncan, they still light the torches.
A G
And Reveille still barks at the Cav on their horses.
D Bm
I've seen 80,000 to the power of 12.
A G
It doesn't matter who comes to town, we still give them hell.
D Bm
And I was there at the stack on November 18th.
A G
With logs on the ground I fell down on my knees.
D Bm
But we would not forget the 12 that we lost.
A G A
So we carved their names right there in the rock.
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D Bm
And there late at night if I listen real close.
A G
The spirit still whispers through the crooked live oaks.
D Bm
And I hear my father and his dad before.
A G A
And all those brave Aggies that never came back from war.
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G D A Bm
And say 'here' for me at muster when my time comes too.
G D A D
cause that's what we do when we bleed maroon.
G D A D
Yeah, that's what we do when we bleed maroon...
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[Thanks to Ryan Hutson for tabs]
