Kenny Chesney, The Boys of Fall Lyrics

The Boys of Fall Lyrics

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Kenny Chesney - The Boys of Fall Lyrics


When I feel that chill, smell that fresh cut grass
Iím 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 didnít let just anybody in that club
It took every ounce of heart and sweat and blood
To get to wear those game-day jerseys down the hall
The kings of the school, man, weíre the boys of fall

Chorus:
Well itís turn to face the stars and stripes
Itís fighting back them butterflies
Itís call it in the air, alright
Yes sir, we want the ball
And itís knocking heads and talking trash
Itís slinging mud and dirt and grass
Itís I got your number, I got your back
When your backís against the wall
You mess with one man, you got us all
The boys of fall

In little towns like mine, thatís all theyíve 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 itís turn to face the stars and stripes
Itís fighting back them butterflies
Itís call it in the air, alright
Yes sir, we want the ball
And itís knocking heads and talking trash
Itís slinging mud and dirt and grass
Itís I got your number, I got your back
When your backís against the wall
You mess with one man, you got us all
The boys of fall
(Repeat)
Weíre the boys of fall
Weíre the boys of fall

[Thanks to Samantha, Lakeshow, Keri for lyrics]


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