Kenny Chesney F/ - The Boys Of Fall lyrics

When I feel that chill and smell that fresh cut gra** Back in my helmet, cleats and shoulder pads Standing in the huddle, listening to the call The fans going crazy for the boys of fall They didn't let just anybody in that club It took every ounce of heart and sweat and blood To get to wear them game day jerseys down the hall The kings of the school man, were the boys of fall Well, it's turn and face the stars and stripes Fighting back them bu*terflies It's call it in the air alright Yes sir, we want the ball And it's knockin' heads and talkin' trash Slingin' mud and dirt and gra** It's I got your number, I got your back When your back's against the wall 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 shop The old men will always think they know it all Young girls will always dream about the boys of fall Well, it's turn and face the stars and stripes Fighting back them bu*terflies It's call it in the air alright Yes sir, we want the ball And it's knockin' heads and talkin' trash Slingin' mud and dirt and gra** It's I got your number, I got your back When your back's against the wall Mess with one man, you got us all The boys of fall Well, it's turn and face the stars and stripes Fighting back them bu*terflies It's call it in the air alright Yes sir, we want the ball And it's knockin' heads and talkin' trash Slingin' mud and dirt and gra** It's I got your number, I got your back When your back's against the wall Mess with one man, you got us all The boys of fall The boys of fall Back in that huddle now Listening to the call With the boys of fall With the boys of fall