Granger Smith - We bleed maroon (live) lyrics

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