The start of Fall always makes me think of football season, cheering fans, and the great tradition that is American football. It starts early in Texas and is as serious as any sport can get. Kenny Chesney's new song "The Boys of Fall" brings back a flood of fun memories for me ... my small town football team, cheering from the sidelines, and the joys that come with being a part of something bigger than yourself. I loved my days as a cheerleader, adored the girls who were on my squad, and still see the hero in all the football players I knew back then. Here's to a super football season and to all the boys of Fall!
Lyrics to "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.
Standin' in the huddle, listenin' 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, were the boys of fall.
Well it's turn and face the stars and stripes.
It's fighting back them butterflies.
It's call it in the air, alright, yes, sir, we want the ball.
And it's knockin' heads and talkin' trash,
It's slinging mud and dirt and grass,
It's "I got your number, I got your back
When your back's against the wall."
You mess with one, man, you got us all ...
The Boys of Fall
In little towns like mine, that's 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.
Well it's turn and face the stars and stripes.
It's fighting back them butterflies.
It's call it in the air, alright, yes, sir, we want the ball.
And it's knockin' heads and talkin' trash,
It's slinging mud and dirt and grass,
It's "I got your number, I got your back
When your back's against the wall."
You mess with one, man, you got us all ...
The Boys of Fall
Well it's turn and face the stars and stripes.
It's fighting back them butterflies.
It's call it in the air, alright, yes, sir, we want the ball.
And it's knockin' heads and talkin' trash,
It's slinging mud and dirt and grass,
It's "I got your number, I got your back
When your back's against the wall."
You mess with one, man, you got us all ...
The Boys of Fall
The boys of fall
The boys of fall
The boys of fall
We're the boys of fall.
Lyrics to "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.
Standin' in the huddle, listenin' 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, were the boys of fall.
Well it's turn and face the stars and stripes.
It's fighting back them butterflies.
It's call it in the air, alright, yes, sir, we want the ball.
And it's knockin' heads and talkin' trash,
It's slinging mud and dirt and grass,
It's "I got your number, I got your back
When your back's against the wall."
You mess with one, man, you got us all ...
The Boys of Fall
In little towns like mine, that's 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.
Well it's turn and face the stars and stripes.
It's fighting back them butterflies.
It's call it in the air, alright, yes, sir, we want the ball.
And it's knockin' heads and talkin' trash,
It's slinging mud and dirt and grass,
It's "I got your number, I got your back
When your back's against the wall."
You mess with one, man, you got us all ...
The Boys of Fall
Well it's turn and face the stars and stripes.
It's fighting back them butterflies.
It's call it in the air, alright, yes, sir, we want the ball.
And it's knockin' heads and talkin' trash,
It's slinging mud and dirt and grass,
It's "I got your number, I got your back
When your back's against the wall."
You mess with one, man, you got us all ...
The Boys of Fall
The boys of fall
The boys of fall
The boys of fall
We're the boys of fall.
Oh my, how I love this song and video. I should've know you're a Texas girl too :) I went to high school in Texas and my oldest boy played high school football in Belton. I SO love high school football!!
ReplyDeleteMy son now is playing in a small New England high school and it's just not the same. Everytime I compare it to the older boy's experience, Nick reminds me "apples and oranges"
I'm still enjoying it!