Kenny Chesney - The Boys Of Fall

Lyrics to The Boys Of Fall by Kenny Chesney

When I feel that chill And smell that wet cut grass I'm 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 King of the school, man We're the boys of fall Chorus Its turnin' to face the stars and stripes Its fighting back them butterflies Its call it in the air Alrighty, yessir we want the ball Its knockin heads and talkin 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 of the boys of fall Chorus 2x The boys of fall We're the boys of fall We're the boys of fall