The Boys Of Fall - Kenny Chesney

The Boys Of Fall

Kenny Chesney

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'The Boys Of Fall'

When I feel that chill and smell that fresh 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 didn’t 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
Kings of the school
Man we’re the boys of fall
Chores
Well it’s turning to face the stars and stripes
It’s fighting back them butterflies
Its call in the air alright, yes sir we want the ball
And it’s knocking heads and talking trash
It’s slinging mud and dirt and grass
It’s 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 it’s all they got
Newspapers clippings fill the coffee shops
The old men will always think they know it all
Young girls will dream about THE BOYS OF FALL
Chores
(2 times)
We’re the boys of fall (2 times)

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